19

21

although a vague memory now

when I was 19

my life changed

in a way I never expected

I lost someone special

and gained a special someone

I thought I had it figured out

I thought I was finally becoming

who I always wanted to be

I was happy but

I wasn't free

I mourned out of loss

out of discomfort

out of unfamiliarity

It was a good change

but change nonetheless;

change is scary

it's unknown

and unsafe

that's not how I want to be

not anymore