as age sets in to my bones

I feel an ease of settling

a resting in their familiarity

they sturdy my foundation

ground me in goodness

of who I am

and the new found love

I have for me

is quite intoxicating

and addicting

I yearn to know me

even more


than I have ever dug

or allowed my shovel

to sink

in the fear I’d exhume bones

of skeletons

hanging in dark closets

but now

now I hope

I can unearth these bones

ones I find such assurance

and ripening balance

as I enter harvest


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