this is all I have to say today.
small words on a big page.
the suns up outside – 6:42am
& it’ll be a good morning regardless of what’s floating in my chest
feeling impossible and beautiful
tie up your hair today, and pop your knuckles
we’re all going to battle in some big, some small ways
I won’t loose
I’ll be okay being right where I am
I’m not bad
I’m not loosing these moments where memories are eclipsed by present
pain – healing
fear – hope
love – love
it’ll pull you apart if you let it
the breaking can also allow you to be bigger
to expand into SomEThingneSS
a desire we all have
to be close and safe
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