I watched all summer long
the vines from the plant
outside my window move
from one side to the other
as it grew over the months.
The end of summer is here
and I find myself adjusting
back to my routine after
time spent with family.
It's a bit jarring and
relieving to return back
to only me once more.
How easy it is to fit
into the mold of other
people's thoughts.
I am quiet when I am
alone, pulling apart
what is my idea from
those I had been around.
Their words appear in
my brain like a bad memory,
embarrassed by my tone
but grateful to be
able to grow.
Kelly Severseike 