I’m a work in progress.
I’m not finished.
But, I have started.
I can look behind me
and in front of me.
I see all the version of me:
The first girl sits at the starting line,
A ball of anxiety and loneliness.
She is slow and weighed down-
Mentally and physically.
She doesn’t see the point.
But me? I do. I see clearly,
The girl at the end of the line-
The one I want to be-
Smiles brightly down at the two of us.
She’s courage, patience, hard work,
And, most of all, time.
I can see her, that’s what I see clearly.
Me? I’m far from being done.
And, I’ve learned that’s okay.
I am the state of in between.
I will always be looking back.
I will always be reaching forward.
I will always be the in-between girl: