twenty-five

I’ve started a little tradition of writing a poem on my birthday. This was this years. 

look at you, 

you’re worthy and you feel it. 

you’re deeper now than ever

and your courage grows to match it. 

you’re less certain

but less afraid. 

heavier but stronger. 

you may not know the path ahead,

but it has always been 

less about the path 

than of the one who walks it.