Wednesday, April 8, 2020

The Magnolia Tree

After a year of making changes
I’ve thrown out old clothes
  crockery
    and judgements

screamed at my reflection
in the mirror

sat with myself
for the first time
and had a conversation 
realised I’m not bad
to talk to

contemplated
what it means to be 50
accepted mortality
understood
what it means to die

reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my 16 year old self
who never really left

watched the wind pass through
the magnolia tree
witnessed their flowers scorch
in the summer sun
only to rebloom again