Evening, the final rays of the sun glow
All the colors of the rainbow, minus green.
The clouds weighing in on me.
"You've changed," I hear them tell me.
"You're not who you were in the past."
The aroma of the grave is in the air,
Right when I least expect it.
Forget the grave.
Focus on the breeze.
That is what comes to mind when that feeling arises.
On the horizon, in the reflection of ocean waves
The tsunami of memories crashes against my eyes.
Unrequited crushes. Loved ones I've lost. Old dreams. Unresolved friction.
Perched on top of a jagged cliff,
I feel its weight vanish from below me.
I breathe from my diaphragm and like a chakra,
I release the toxic energy and inner trauma.
I am who I am,
although there are an ocean of things I would change,
and if I could control the fickle fabric of time, I would.
But what good would it be?
I would not have as much growth
to get where I am today.
I will find true love one day.
It's not too late for me too, because the early twenties are still the beginning of life.
I know all the family members in heaven are looking down on me,
their pearly eyes misty with jubilation.
Although it crosses my mind, everyone else around me is fighting their own battle,
like I am,
because they want to evolve as I do.
We may not see eye to eye, but I can't let it break my spirit.
The sun vanishes, the sky now a deep shade of cerulean.
I look to the rising moon,
grateful for my experiences, and ready for more.