On what we outgrew

~ a poem

A poem that arrived after being tagged by dani — her last line, my first.

Her words:

petal by petal, we begin anew.

old roots loosen their grip

on what we outgrew

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Her last line was the inspiration for a poem of mine:

On what we outgrew

on what we outgrew
we outgrew each other
as we were when we were young—
not wrong, not unfinished,
only early in the language of becoming

we outgrew our friendship
like a season does not reject the one before it
but quietly turns its face toward another kind of sun

some of us grow in different ways
as rivers do
splitting without anger
finding their own remembering of the sea

nothing of this is bad or wrong
it is just how life goes and grows
without announcement, without apology

I think of trees in the field—
how they do not ask permission for their shape
how they do not explain their reaching
how they simply begin again,
with each ring of time held inside their body

you never know
in which way a branch will choose the air
how many bends it will take
how many storms it will learn to bow with
how many leaves it will offer up
just to be alive

and still—
it keeps becoming

outgrowing is not leaving
it is listening more closely to what life is asking
it is the slow honesty of nature
refusing to stay small for the sake of what once was

so let it be this way

accept what no longer fits the shape your life is taking
respect what once held you close
and let life run free
like water over stone
like wind through open field
like everything that does not need to be held
in order to belong.

~ Be

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I’m Be. I’m 45. A mother of three. By day I work as a caregiver, and in every quiet moment I can find, I write—poetry, fiction, and stories that come from something deeper within.

My work is rooted in becoming, in self-discovery, and in the quiet unfolding of who we truly are. Through my writing, I hope to inspire others to reconnect with themselves, to listen inward, and to remember what already lives within them.

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