The Weight of Passing Time
I’ve been feeling my age lately,
my skin cut into too many times
trying to fix
what’s broken inside me.
My eyes need more water now,
and I feel the aches
more than I used to.
I find myself wanting more from life—
things that matter
while I still have the chance,
a kind of love
that stays.
I feel more honest
in what I say I want.
And I know what I want.
I’m trying not to lose
the childlike heart I hold,
but everything feels
a little heavier,
a little louder.
And life—
it’s forcing me to begin again.
Maybe that’s part of it,
becoming.















