Settling in helped me see
what I settled for.
You have to let things go.
You have to admit
you aren’t where you should be.
It takes effort
just to say it.
When I noticed
I could be more
than I allowed myself—
I let myself waiver.
I shattered.
Now,
settling,
getting back to me.
Mending.
I want flowers.
Coffee.
Time.
Alignment.
I don’t fear the settling.
As long as it settles in—
and doesn’t become settling for.