I have mourn many relationships this year and grown abundantly in others. It is a played out story. The one where I lay my body out to dry. This year is about the quenching of thirst. My body constantly diving and needing to meet ocean floor.
My heart has known love it’s whole life, death too, but love is what I now choose to speak of, love of self.
My mother always told me, a girl becomes woman when she learns of lost. I imagined the lost to be of romantic nature. That a man would both sweep and hang my feet. It is not, it is all the people who occupy the in between. Those who you have shown your hands to and have squirm and called them too rough. I almost turned myself into dust. I almost let the wrong people call me home. I almost believed I was not enough. I almost convinced myself I was undeserving.