Reflecting On Goodbyes That Were Said Before You Ever Realized.

Reflecting on goodbyes that were said before you ever realized.

You’d think after fearing the inevitable all your life it would hurt less when the inevitable finally happens.

But it doesn’t, it hurts just as much; if not more.

Maybe because it’s the one thing you hoped more than anything would never come true.

How can I accept who I am, when I want to abandon all that made me to be?

In fleeting moments of beauty

will you think of me?

If there was one image

to come to mind

when my name is murmured in kind

ringing ears

interjecting thoughts

what would it be?

A young teens questions and a young adults revisions

To be a woman

is to change

constantly.

Raised to know your name

is temporary

and your home is fleeting.

When I was little

I envied my brother

our last name was forever his.

Our family line

is one and the same

and yet I will be

some forgotten member

of the family tree.

I struggled to accept

my storyline would soon enough

be lost in time.

To be a woman

is to bid farewell

to multiple versions

of yourself.

- fleeting thoughts 9/26/24