I’m filling in my bones
growing past the shell
and shadows
my skin taut with
strength and hope
my mind wild with dreams
and my heart
foolishly
in love.
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Month: August 2018
in the beginning
nothing between us started conventionally.
maybe that’s why it stuck.
we found comfort in mutual rebellion
and grounding in the freedom
we gifted the other
to be exactly who we are.
there were no masks.
no trying too hard.
we just were.
and then,
we were
in love.
the struggle is real
“write something worthwhile.”
my brain demanded
“stop ordering me around.”
answered my heart
and the only part of me
doing anything of value
was my right hand
who didn’t say a word
and just kept
writing.
