possibility

not unlike 

a window 

positioned precisely 

between two worlds  

or a doorframe 

itself a 

portal from one 

place to another   

or that 

feeling at the base 

of your stomach 

found in between 

your silence and 

saying your truth 

twenty nine 

feels like a threshold 

behind me: who I’ve needed to be 

before me: who I’ve already always been 

is it not true?

you cannot become who you are  

if you cannot let go 

of who you’ve needed to be 

thresholds 

mean nothing 

if you won’t surrender 

something  

to embrace

the possibility

of what’s ahead 

here’s to the letting go