Culminating in a vast
reception of my heart
is the resignation
of something I've
carried for so long
I have been left to wonder
and I have found an answer
to the questions I dared ask
for so long
I realized that
I have not become
the person I dreamed
myself to be at this age
I am unknown
—without hope—
I have inflicted more wounds
on my soul than I
could heal for so long
But I am still standing
—still here—
I have fought for
my place in this world
for so long
So I've come to realize
that I am not
where I am supposed to be
and my journey is only
at the beginning
I realize that I am growing
and that growth is rarely
that perfect
—I am not perfect—
I've come to realize
that it's fine
It's been a relief
that can be placated
from the war it has been
fighting for so long
I am not a saint
I am not perfect
and that's okay
I finally can tell
that to myself
after so long