Time is my companion—
the quiet essence of my presence,
the unseen artist shaping my form and contour.
From time I have gathered my insights;
through time my soul has found its voice.

It is no wonder that as I move into my Autumn years,
my outer light softens, making space
for the deeper radiance within to emerge.
This is a hard-earned presence—
one that draws the right people closer
and gently sifts the rest away.

I no longer spend my precious time
on those who do not belong in my season.
My soul holds this knowing as its holy grail.

I have no need for validation,
no hunger to be seen,
no impulse to explain myself,
no longing to be liked.

Respect is the road I walk.
Those who meet me must read its signage
and choose their steps accordingly.

The need to be validated, understood, or approved of
are swing doors—
flapping open and shut with every passing body.
I have no use for such doors.

Time is my companion,
and with it, I close what no longer suits my sou.

~ Evgenia Pimżin