she’s done waiting,

done staying

done listening

done stopping.

she’s ready to unfold



become undone

and remade


she’s tired of the

words on every side

hemming her in

so she opens her hands

and gathers the words

in her arms.

she’ll stitch them

back together

in a way that she likes

she’ll rearrange your fences

she’ll make her own maps.

she’s seeking gold

all around

and finding it

already held in her palms.

she’s deciding she gets to decide

and when tomorrow comes-

or the tomorrow after

or the one after-

and she catches herself

shrinking small again

folding back in

smoothing her rough edges

she’ll find her feet

she’ll stand tall

she’ll stretch her arms

she will decide

over and over and over

she’s done waiting.


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