Time; taking shape

I think I realize that you don’t just suddenly tumble out of bed one day an adult

It’s like building a block castle

It won’t just appear

It takes block by block

To piece together something legible

Fit for plastic royalty.

I won’t just wake up

And it will be easier

There are just moments moving forward into it.

Recognizing who and what I am

In the moment

And being grateful for it

Instead of judging it

Becoming more present and

Less abrasive

I am so tired of crashing up against everything

Tired of being an ocean wave

A rocky shore

But my heart it beats and I

I am so fully aware that I am real

And that I am

Day by day

Choosing

What I’m changing

And changing

What I’m choosing.

It just takes time

Like Rome,

I was not built in a day.