Fluttering back to your feet. After losing belief. Finding the light that forgot to burn. Tires that flattened stone. Be in it. The awkward. Don’t you dare miss.
I refuse to own insecurities. What is life , if to wake? I want me and the real. Puzzles that piece hearts.
I go back to a scrapbook tearing out memories. Tracing feelings. Aches flood. Disappointment cracks. I kick the dust pale. Opening the window I let death out.