Still Me

To live slowly. To live quietly. To live in the swirl of change and still say, “I know who I am.”⁠ This poem is a gentle reminder that even as life evolves and roles shift, something within us remains steady.⁠
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We are allowed to feel it all, the joy, anger, peace, longing, and still come home to ourselves.⁠

Transcript

Still me.

I live here now.

In this body.

In this house.

With my partner and our kids.

I live in this town.

With these people and those things.

I live patiently.

I live quietly.

I live slowly.

But sometimes not.

Sometimes I am joy meets anger and then all is lost.

Sometimes I am only love and still feel lost.

It all makes sense.

I make less choices now.

But mostly because I've realized I never made many choices before.

The universe does.

God does.

But not me.

I pray more than I ever have.

I move less than I ever did.

Often I just sit here.

Fast brain.

Slow body.

Realizing that I live here now.

So much has changed and yet here I am like new lines on old skin.

Still me.

How beautiful it is to hardly know anything.

But I still know me.