And my thighs get sticky in the nighttime

And it reminds me to shower in the morning to wash away the fears. The daily renewal and routine. Of cleansing without understanding. Washing away time. Time on time 

And my cheeks get puffy after a drink or two, a red stain of innocence wearing off after each year  

And the sun goes down to bed later as the days stretch out, expanding into liminal hours that stop breaths 

And the sky is painted with glistening spots of light in the darkness and muddied fears and hopes 

And my mind is calmer with food being able to run a brain well with thoughts and clearer understandings that became confused and scattered and moulded wrongly for too long 

And too many questions to even contemplate an understanding, but realisations become clearer and more approachable the way my mind catches up to a past

And coming back to myself and more where strength is being understood and listened to

And growing is growing

And renewal of ourselves at each turn to remind us that there is no end

And to move beside one another is a gift that we can choose

And a re-knowing is a call to see ourselves

And to love is to grow into ourselves with one another