The morning breath feels so warm today
The Tuesday sun feels so nice this way
How miserable I must be back then—
To not be singing with the windows open.
Making space for things to come
A silent song I often hum
Yet so much of me are still very sore
Yet not much of me still breaks anymore.
Those leaps I took only for me to crawl
Those weeps I shook only for me to fall
But my mother once said that I'll be okay
And I think I finally believe her today.
Despite all the chaos, I remain a poet
Despite all the cruelty, I remain a child
By fate or chance that I once am;
Now by choice that I'll become.
Cover page by Francine K.
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