FOR NOW

FOR NOW

For now, I ask for grace,
as I fall short of perfection—
a construct that could never be. I dive again into the depths,
the Indian Ocean of my mind,
falling through endless tunnels
of memory, filed away,
haunting still from childhood’s insecure hold. These faulty foundations,
laid and reinforced,
built a home unsteady,
a love misunderstood. In flashbacks, I see it now—
the blueprints of what was,
dislocated, flammable. Yet I am the warrior who walks into the fire,
not screaming for escape,
but with insight,
remodeling thought itself. I’ve reframed the fictions,
turned them into truths that set me free.
Now, unbound, I stand atop
the mountain of acceptance and forgiveness. My heart never questioned
what intuition always knew.
Your ego, too immature to mother,
left me wanting, though not broken. My legacy is this:
to be the change,
a voice for the lonely, the confused—
the younger versions of me. You can no longer slight my path.
I’ll be another’s North Star
when they’ve lost their way. Compassion is my DNA,
honored in authenticity,
and yes, to spite you—
in the kindest way I know. I’ve learned to pivot, to become whole,
well-traveled in dreams once called impossible.
No longer chasing ghosts,
I touch what is real.