Magnolia Tree Poem by Shelley Hall

After a year of making changes
I've thrown out old clothes
crockery
and judgements

screamed at my reflection
in the mirror
sat with myself
for the first time
and had a conversation
realised I'm not bad
to talk to

contemplated
getting older
accepted mortality
understood
what it means to die

reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my younger self
who never really left

watched the wind pass through
the magnolia tree
witnessed their flowers scorch
in the summer sun
only to rebloom again