the heights I grew
on my younger thoughts
the strengths I built
into my older feelings
the room I gave
for my pregnant silence
the polish I did
upon my dusty eyes
the tonic I fed
to my ailing wisdom
the nights I let go
the days I waited
till I became tall
a bud to a flower
and felt the sky
on my new hands
and held the ground
by my new eyes
they were the same
as they were
before the nights I let go
they were the same
as they were
before the days I waited
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