Better late than never

I watch myself grow,

faster than when I was

physically still growing.

Feelings are surfacing–

coming up for air–

that have been buried

and long forgotten.

Feelings so hardly used

they feel foreign and

new like they need to

come with a set of  instruc-

tions to operate or use.

We normally “grow up”

and emotionally mature

hopefully at an earlier

time in our life so

that we can use that

to fashion a satisfying

life of relationships.

But…better late

than never.

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