out the door and down the street
shifting, swaying
making sure the Wicked soundtrack is loud enough for the neighbors to know:
“This girl really loves lesbian witches.”
It’s been a whole year?
November is once again here.
shifting
shifting
swaying.
I’m tired of noises, I want them to shut off
retreating into myself and putting up a thorny exterior
unexpected grief arises
as does exhaustion
fluctuation.
shift
I look at my foot and it reminds me of being a newborn
I wiggle my toes and hear a distant baby’s laughter
sway
I hold back hot tears as the soundtrack plays again
it feels good to be moved by music
it feels good, well, to feel.
shifting and swaying, I sigh into the silence
I know I hated the noise, but I also hate the silence
begging at this point for a little noise
shift
the thorns are choking me now, that was never the point
I just wanted some space
SHIFT
I frantically cut them to make room for air
nothing feels right
everything feels off
but then
sway
a rose blooms out of the thorns
the sweet smell wafts towards my nose
I’m reminds me of who I am
shift
I’m reminded that I love
–
that I’m loved
–
that I’m love
–
once more, I shift into the feeling
and sway into the peace.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘