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Relearning the Shape of Yourself
I no longer fit the outline
of who I used to be.
The edges have shifted,
some softened, some sharpened,
some lost altogether,
as if time has carved me
into something unrecognizable
but still mine.
I reach for old habits,
old names,
old certainties,
but they do not sit right in my hands.
The echoes of who I was
do not match the weight
of who I am becoming.
So I start again.
I trace the new lines,
hesitant at first,
learning the angles of my own existence,
the way I bend,
the way I refuse to break
in the same places twice.
I do not know
if this version of me
is stronger,
but I know it is real.
I know it holds.
I know it is still standing.
And maybe that is enough.
Copyright ©
Aarron Tuckett
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