here and there

On being both the person who've you've always known yourself to be and the person you're becoming.

The trees whisper their many secrets, the birds sing their usual song, and the sweet Southern sun beams down on my brown skin.  There’s a stillness to it; the world stops here, and I can stop along with it.  In the city, police sirens lull me to sleep, construction wakes me up, and horns honk as often as the birds sing.   

At night I can see the stars so clearly, it almost looks fake.  There, the skyscrapers reach the heavens and block my view of the constellations.  Here, I can finally hear myself think...which is both a blessing and a curse.  There, I am loved unconditionally, freely, and purely.  

When I’m here, I’m there, and when I’m there, I’m here.  All of me is in both of them.  One crafted me from blood and bone, love and protection.  The other built me back up and allowed me to blossom.  The person I used to be, and the person I am now are tied together forever.  Both I give thanks to, and am grateful for.