Remembering

Maybe “growth” isn’t so much the act of moving forward 

And maybe “failure” isn’t so much the act of stepping backwards

Maybe it’s not so much about a direction to take

Maybe it’s more about remembering 

To remember what it’s like to slip off my confining shoes 

To feel the blades of grass between my toes 

To let my heart beat through the balls of my feet to the earth 

To wear the hot pink dress 

that twirls and spins freely 

As I do 

To remember what it’s like to run for the trampoline 

To reach for each beam of the sunset 

To grasp at the cotton ball clouds in the sky 

To giggle 

To squeal 

To fly 

To remember her within me 

Reminding me all that really matters