a lesson in patience.

At a certain time and at a certain place you begin to understand. Those thickset  knots start coming undone with age, the ice starts to melt away and it is as if your being is borne into a light and a lightness that it had not known before.

This is the work of time and experience manouvring themselves and wounding events in a way that shapes what some might be inclined to call fate or destiny. Some may refer to it as purpose. How you define it, what you call it are not the matter at hand but rather matters of how this coming of age can be such a beautiful thing. Invigorating. How understanding is so liberating. Enlightening.

These should not be rushed.
Know that everything that is meant to be, happens just at the right time.

 - a lesson in patience.  

XXI.

and here I am,

with my bags of hope, my seething sack of lessons and my bursting basket of feels.

all of my seasons of becoming have brought me,

to this here point of no return nor refunds.

at this time and at this place,

with this beauty of a black skin twenty-one years thick,

eyes but a twenty-one year wonder,

a gleaming twenty-one year smile,

every inch and ounce of me nothing short of a precious stone.

these bones,

none here to be picked, it must be known

have been carving this twenty-one year old man out of me.


dear God, dear Universe, dear stars, dear trees, dear sky, dear people, dear everything.... 

i am here.

- xxi