The Shape of Your Universe

When you hiked not to get to the top
But to discover how the trail bends
Ever wrote down a thought without
Knowing how it all ends.

When your biases came pounding
You bent for only a few
Ever changed your mind about
Something important to you.

When you moved across oceans
To mend a broken heart
Embraced your guilt and forgave
Your younger self’s part.

When in spite of a heart full of rage,
You unclenched that fist a little,
You changed the shape of your universe,
You made it a bit less brittle.

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