Featured Illustration: Sage Barnes
This is the summer
We blossomed into being
We stepped inside of ourselves
Into the discomfort
Of our own minds
Of our shared spaces
That shape our lives
We learned to make choices
For healing (us)
For nurturing (us)
All the people inside of us
Meet us more often now
We learned to greet them
A little more kindly.
We have been living in the same house
And it is about time
Our incongruity stopped scratching our skin
From the inside
Making us bleed
We stopped explaining ourselves
We haven’t stopped the apologies.
But that has changed.
We say “I’m sorry” not (always) because we must.
We say “I’m sorry” because we have learned
That we are larger than the mistakes we made.
We have always been.
Some remain small all their lives.
Some remain smaller than all that they are.
We have blossomed into being.