I returned to me today.
Was lost before, had gone astray.
Settled in again within my skin in peace.
But how I’m different from before,
My face is newly lined and scored:
A worried and blurried story for every crease
My fingers fit me, tight and taut,
There’s no room for extra thoughts.
The worried buzz of what I was has left.
When I’m quiet, my mind stays still,
Explores and follows only my will.
The total sum of what I’ve become has heft.
I am whole, I’ve become round,
My center of gravity newly found.
I’ve come to be a sea of me who cannot fall.
I’ve collected each disparate part
From deconstruction and breaking apart.
Battered, splattered, a fruit against Time’s wall.
How long again ’til I fall away?
Will the wrong thought lead me astray?
One wonders how the self of now will cease.
I think it’s best to close that door
And keep my feet tight to the floor.
To hurry and worry defeats the feat of peace.