Will you watch me as I unlearn
the habits I picked up
-those that washed me away-
with the pain that I endured?
.
For I sense a turn of my branches
–just as branches ought to turn–
away from the dirty shadows
where blurred lines reign and tripped the one who wanted to clear a path
and I accepted my suffering, being reigned.
.
It was not by what is right that I always did my best.
.
For I sense a turn of my branches away from where I found myself lost
and where, lost, I found myself
towards this clean, nourishing light.
For I sense a turn of my mind’s eye
and the rest of what I am along with it.
This clarity, I hope, is my unbecoming,
that for which I did not know I had been longing.