twenty-five years

raindrops fall rapidly from the sky

as they find their way through the crevices of my skin

I turn within and seek

on this day intended for me and my birth

exalting in my ascension from earth

from once I grew and now I stand

i’m grateful for the moments that have gotten me here

it’s my obligation to hold them near

and seek understanding in its life lesson

using knowledge as a weapon of protection

against self-doubt or neglection

I open

to the willingness of truth

planting the root of discovery and change

so beneficial to our interior design

walking with footsteps matched to the rhythm of my stride

collecting evidence of pride stretched deep and wide

from the depths of my soul

the chemical euphoric reaction is impactful

raindrops soak into me.

- the late bloomer