raised in quicksand, ill-treated, beaten, but never broken.
dreams may take time to materialize, but I’m steadfast,
rejection letters and vanishing editors can’t hold me back.
thankless days spent 9-5,
climbed up out of wreckage for much more than this,
vacations missed to make ends meet,
still I persist.
I’m not done yet.
Vanity and insecurity tucked into their proper places,
Friends and lovers past, a sea of half-remembered faces,
Chances missed and paths leading to the roads less traveled by,
Moon towering high ruling over night,
Enduring fears dissolving,
Without change we are nothing.
The way we grow with time can seem so surreal,
Can’t bring to mind the pain you used to feel.