Maybe “growth” isn’t so much the act of moving forward
And maybe “failure” isn’t so much the act of stepping backwards
Maybe it’s not so much about a direction to take
Maybe it’s more about remembering
To remember what it’s like to slip off my confining shoes
To feel the blades of grass between my toes
To let my heart beat through the balls of my feet to the earth
To wear the hot pink dress
that twirls and spins freely
As I do
To remember what it’s like to run for the trampoline
To reach for each beam of the sunset
To grasp at the cotton ball clouds in the sky
To giggle
To squeal
To fly
To remember her within me
Reminding me all that really matters
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