I am not the person I dreamed I could be because she was a mirage.
I’m becoming nobody, the real me.
It’s a relief to be free of the constant striving to be
More proficient, more productive,
pure and more pristine in matters of the heart.
It is good to let go and know that the world will continue to turn
If I stop.
Now that I know who I am not I am curious about who’s left.
One after another.
For the ordinary.
I take ownership of my thoughts.
Those that are soft
Like leaves on the stream.
And those fierce shifts in perspective
That leave me far from complacent.
I am engaged and unattached,
wondering what might happen next.
Curiosity is my soul’s sole guest.