a poem for 35 {A Letter to myself}

When you look in the mirrorand see the weight of a life too heavy–aching bones atop an old mattress,screaming for relief,but finding only tired springs– Rememberhow you squinted into the sunto see pumped legs reach the blueall by themselvesfor the first time. Rememberhow you cheered alongsidesqueals of discoveryindependenceuninhibited joy. Remembera thousand belly laughskitchen danceslate nightswhispers …