Almost Poetic

Growing pains 

The strength that is in everything poetic about ourselves

How God is still unmaking us

And the fear

Remnants of everything that could not hold us

The unlearning of all the parts of ourselves that couldn’t stay

How we were never meant to survive the pieces of ourselves that remained behind

The beauty that is in all the metaphors we are yet to encounter

How every moment renders itself a memory with the unfolding of time

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