Fairly new again

I almost fell into old patterns like the leaves did in November, but then I stopped at the edge of the cliff, and instead of plunging over, I enjoyed the view. I breathed in the present and exhaled the almost. I start to think, maybe there is a bridge that I’ve never noticed, a rope, a ladder, another path to take when the one I know is obstructed.

I forgot that who I am is who I am. I am me of all people. I have long separated myself into two: Who I am, and who I deem fine enough to present. In this separation, I have limited myself and all that I can be. Unknowingly, I wrapped myself in chains and put bars on my abilities. With this epiphany, I hope to become more.