I’m not yesterday’s draft copy—
I’ve been edited by fire.
Transformation keeps me interesting,
keeps me agile,
keeps me laughing at the idea
of ever staying the same.
Youth?
It’s not in the mirror—
it’s in saying yes to change
before it gets bored
and moves on without you.
Comfort zones?
Cages with better lighting.
I’ll take the wilderness, thank you—
mud on my hands,
stars in my hair,
and a story worth retelling.
So yes—
I shed, I transmute, I evolve.
Call it magic,
call it audacity,
call it me refusing
to go quietly into stillness.
I am not finished,
and honestly—
that’s the most
interesting part–
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where is the part two to this poem. I was so hooked that it ended too soon. Luv it!!
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