“UNBECOMING.”

Every part of her that changed,

every layer she peeled off.

Because of playground laughter

or her parents’ beliefs.

Every chiding voice and disapproving glance

long since gone.

All the painful memories,

the bitter taste of regret.

Faces of old friends

and those already dead.

She collected those things,

picked them up off the floor.

She turned them into fuel,

lit them all on fire.

Used the brightness of their light

to pursue her true heart’s desire.

#BeyondTheBoylstonLine

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