To the yellow dress
hanging above the jumbled mess
of neglected overgrowth at the bottom of my closet

To the yellow dress I bought far from home
at the open air market
where I talked with the stand owner in a half language
about the failings of my home country

To the yellow dress that hangs just below my knees
when all the other girls seem to be about shorter skirts
exposing ever more of themselves while I'm closing off

To the yellow dress
i wore with red lipstick to say goodbye to the first boy I cared for

To the yellow dress
i haven't put on since that trip

Please, please remind me
that there was a time that I felt excited, inspired, alive
and that I am going to feel that again
even if right now it feels like my pain has taken over my body

Please, please remind me
That I'm going to be alright