I AM PROCESSED

My life is a process

Of inhaling and exhaling

Of grieving the passing of

Rejoicing in the newness of

Feeling the wisdom of pain

Wearing the comfort of love

Hiding from myself

While searching high and low

Before finding myself

Being fearful of what’s to come

And being proud of what’s behind

My life is a process

Inside a process

Becoming another process

For me to process.