Pen in Motion

And there she is – 

determination 

personified, 

hair blowing like it has life, 

fierce and wild, 

not caring about the tempest 

threatening to carry her 

to Never Neverland, 

or wherever wind wants to go.

But she won’t budge. 

No way. No how. 

She’s like a rock, 

unmoving and unyielding – 

it’s in every fiber 

of her being, 

seeping into the world, 

deep in the soil – 

stretching out like roots 

from the mighty Sequoias. 

So tall. 

So strong. 

So beautiful. 

So her. 

So me.

It’s just a bank account.

Just an email address.

It’s no big deal – my last holdout

of me versus “we.”

I like being an “us” and I don’t care

that I had to change my name.

I like the new threads.

But I liked the other ones too.

And I had a life before –

so much connected to the other name

and sometimes it’s not fair

that I have to let that go.

I’m not being sneaky and you know that.

But you want a united front,

so my stuff has to go.

I’m mostly okay with it,

except right now.

But I’ll probably get over it after I fall asleep.

I think that’s how you get over stuff,

right?

Hope it works that way for me too.