A love poem for myself
Written 02 Dec 2014
Feeling cold without a heaterbox, but
free
now, too.
I was anxious at first.
It was cold.
What would become of me in the future?
I’ve been here before:
there were flies buzzing ‘round my head in early hours of a late night
but now I’m really a sunflower, warm & brilliant inside, & alive.
Now it is the future
and apparently I’m just fine—
warm under blankets that were mom’s, are now mine.
<3
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