I’d always moved at my own pace

used to the voices in my ear

always trying to budge me from my stubborn ways.

Stuck in routine, comforted by the familiar and unchanging.


Now as I comb my fingers through her soft chestnut hair and we say ‘I do’

I finally feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.


-October 2015

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