I saw the sun as I glanced at my window that is clothed with dust from the nightmares that took me down while I'm not asleep, and inhaled a destressing breeze of upcoming spring.
It calmed the raging waves inside my head and made me wish the upcoming spring to last longer. But it was just a hair of a northeast moonsoon and the waves inside my head started to get wild again. The sun I've just seen had embraced the eclipse and my heart again is filled with things I couldn't explain and I couldn't admit because how would one understand that I am standing in front of my bedroom window and yet is lost in the vast wilderness I have never stepped my feet in.
Estl. 02-22-23
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Poems and Prose and Girlhood
PoetryA gallimaufry of poetry and prose arose throughout my girlhood.
