23

I was 23 and a bit shaky,
Moving with a lot of uncertainty;
Hoping to find clarity;

There were nights I felt lost;
Working with my insomnia;
And somehow, still getting lost in thought,

Securing the bag;
Finding love in the things that mattered;
Making a name for myself,

That’s part of what kept me up at night;
Seeking the individual,
Trying to find selfless, self-love.