Poetry | Woman at 33

So much there, look, you are 33, There is more person now than before. More life in your smile, more moods, You are careering outwards. Do you know what you worry for? A lost conversation? What was it That you didn’t quite hold? Is it that you were only ever almost fully you? Beautiful, beautiful, 33, There is wonder in you now. That thing you dragged though all these years Waits on on shapes you recognise

To finally heave in.