Unable To Let Go Yet It Hurts Being Too Close.

Unable to let go yet it hurts being too close.

To be a woman

is to change

constantly.

Raised to know your name

is temporary

and your home is fleeting.

When I was little

I envied my brother

our last name was forever his.

Our family line

is one and the same

and yet I will be

some forgotten member

of the family tree.

I struggled to accept

my storyline would soon enough

be lost in time.

To be a woman

is to bid farewell

to multiple versions

of yourself.

- fleeting thoughts 9/26/24

Just because I take what comes doesn’t mean I do not wonder what drives us forward.

I remember the feeling of camaraderie like an intoxicating wine and now I find myself dreading small moments of casual interacting. Is it because Im no longer masking?

Reflecting on goodbyes that were said before you ever realized.

I worry for the day

I will speak of you

in the past tense.

And I hate myself

for being too weak

to tolerate you

when I have

the chance to.