13 years ago you pressed on my belly, my ribs, my bladder
pushing your way out, demanding your time
You hid from the world for months, waiting to make your presence known
in your way
You were the oldest small child anyone met
Conversing and carrying on with adults all over the world
You hid again. Biding your time, hiding behind your laugh
It wasn't yet time
You appear in flashes and whispers, in digital verse and sketches full of subtlety and depth
to reveal yourself again, yet different. Grown and growing. Evolved and evolving.
Change is the only constant,
but you've known that from the beginning
13 years ago.
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