Her rocking chair
Feet touch the ground
And the chairs back and forth reminds me, I’m here
The birds say hi
Light brown skin glistens
And I await for peace and hope to wash over the future, to not worry about everything, I wonder how nice it’ll be to feel like my body belongs to me again. Inner balance and growing up sounds nice, I’ll get it and one day we’ll all let go of pain and suffering. One day we’ll be strong enough to see our parents and ourselves, humans, alone and lonely but not without a love, when the wind blows too hard, stand up next time and go cuddle before the storm comes.
Written July 2022
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