Naming Myself (Poetry)

I think I have now grown into my name
there was a time it didn’t fit so well
we rubbed along but really, truth to tell
it chafed a little — shapeless all the same

For many years it never suited me
it felt at odds — the sound would fail to chime
though it belonged it didn’t seem like mine
but hung there — a small label — patiently

It’s mellowed with the years — I sensed the change
just recently since casual on my skin
it echoes the identity within
I claim it with no thought it once felt strange