Growth

Memories are cobwebs

in the corners of my mind.

Sometimes they come crashing through

but I push them back behind.

They seep through the cracks of window sills

and linger like the scent of rain,

randomly spinning and raging like a tornado

speeding as much as a runaway train.

I am perfectly happy

and it's okay for parts of me not to be ready yet.

I live in the glow of anticipation

and in the small goals I have set.

I am perfectly happy,

perhaps not as perfect as you want it to be.

But I am nourishing my roots

and waiting patiently.