everyone has once loved a dandelion
unknowing that it’s a ****.

the face that i make when i ugly laugh
learning to love the time i can’t get back

the new place that i get to call my home
finding empowerment doing it on my own

the whistle in my step on a brand new day
have all got me feeling some kind of way...

happier

On the last day of love
I filled my bath
With warm waves,
Sprinkled rose petals
And salt,
And soaked my lonely heart
Until it blistered,
Softened,
Lamenting
A song
Of resilience