Settled

What do you do when you aren’t yourself anymore?

All the boxes you once checked no longer fit

Instead you are eyeing the opposite scale

You somewhat agree you are different

At first I’m unsettled, thrown off by the shift

I try to keep going as if nothing has changed

I check the same boxes cause’ that’s what I do,

that’s who I am but am left in the dark with the truth

Questions too

Have I chosen a life not made for me?

Have I let a piece of myself die?

Did I sell out for the American dream?

If I don’t check these boxes confidently

Then, who really can I be?

I settle down and look closely at my choices

I haven’t forsaken novelty and variety,

they’re only speaking with different voices

Previously chaos and I ran wild together,

now I’ve found the beloved company of stillness

The peace I feel is not sabotage

It’s a beautiful gift marked with His kisses

- K.M.

(11/18/25)