in my becoming

in my undoing, settling is less of an option,

waiting, less of a burden.

in my becoming, it turns out the piece that was missing was never you.

& i couldn’t tell where i went the first or thousandth time i lost myself.

but it was there i learned to shorten my answers. make explanations only relevant to you. cut off my own ideas. hush my voice just before anyone ever had the chance again.

the blue print of my life was once the architecture of insignificance i was confined to.

in undoing a go along to get along design, there are crumbling walls once built so high the people i loved scaled them tirelessly.

yet i’m becoming so much so, that even when you overlook me, the fortune you lost is something that will never be replaced.

the intricacy of we are undoing & we are becoming.

enveloped in a certain posture of forgiveness, 

taking back power we never agreed to give them to begin with.