To have the ability to love your inabilities
To slowly grow out of them
like your childhood clothes,
Keep them safe–ironed and folded,
for someday
you will want to feel
those textures again.
You will want to touch those
threads you hanged on to,
those tight collars that choked you,
those shoes with no sole,
those buttons that
would abruptly spring out in public
leaving you red-faced.
Those hedious prints of lions
on a yellow faded T-shirt
didn't suit a prey like me
to dress like a predator.

Someday,
you will have to go back
and try those again.
And smile
as it doesn't fit you at all.
And you will know,
you have grown out of
your past,
your inabilities..

© Rr