all those things I said…
all those years ago…

forgive me.

I was young and afraid.
And said many things
which I did not truly mean to say

I realise now
that my words cut confusion into you
and how utterly afraid I was to say such things.

But now I see the world in a different way
and see myself anew.

Instead of a reed looking back at me
from the depths of the pond

I now see a blossom,
an inevitable flowering
and I realise
what a flight it is
from cygnet to swan.