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
getting older
accepted mortality
understood
what it means to die
reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my younger 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
(Poem from Passion in Verses)