Adulting
is riding a damaged boat
into the middle of the lake
without knowing how to swim
and praying it won’t capsize.
It’s bubble wrap therapy
on long days when a sugar high
and caffeine blood aren’t
ammunition enough.
It’s a bright kid in a blue coat
who got lost in country woods
and came out of the other side
to blinding lights and cityscapes.

But, adulting, is also
discovering who your true
friends are.