Old Me

I can feel the Old Me slipping away. Grasping desperately for an edge, scratching endlessly for a grip. I can still feel him lingering, following closely in the shade of my shadow, creeping towards the edges, threatening to pull himself back into light. But with each day that passes, I can also feel the New Me growing taller in soul and energy, with grace and posterity, led by kindness and wisdom. Becoming the new me is recognizing I am not a fly on the wall, nor am I a fish in the sea. I am instead a very small tree in a very vast forest, setting roots and persisting through the seasons of life. One day, I trust I will grow so tall and cast a shadow so great, the old me will be lost in the new mosaic of memories that rests under my shade. Growing up is recognizing that moving on from the past takes time, and it is why I will never fear growing old.