Shrink: A Poem

I’m shrinking.

Pulling away from what weighed me down and pushing up into a new way of

Thinking.

What I loved purposely left me weeping,

Tenderized

Pulverized heart,

But still a heart still worth keeping.

And it beats stronger… while the heaviness withers away and I shrink, I think, “How great it is to be thinner from ‘wait’ loss, patiently hoping for better days, and stronger from the discomfort of willing myself more life.”

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