In that year – Inspired by Kim Moore’s amazing poem of the same title

 

And in that year my mind turned into a chrysalis

I liquefied my preconceptions

and turned them into butterfly soup

 

And in that year I picked up a pen

and my hand slid across the page like a gliding swan

the white lie feathers of self-deceit became black truths

 

And in that year I prayed at the altar of myself

and begged for forgiveness

for all the hurt and pain, I’d ever caused

 

And in that year, I slowed down to the pace of a snail

intently studied my own tracks searching for

rainbows that glistened in the morning sun

 

And in that year, I stopped pleasing everyone else

and I started pleasing myself

and it felt better

 

I started pleasing myself

and it felt better, it felt better, it feels better.