dusty pink and smoky green
and i'm nestled somewhere in between
the forest and the sky.
haunted corridors
no longer plagued
by the ghosts that roamed my mind.

it's mid-conversation i realise-
i'm here
and never leaving.
i'm taking up space.
i'm not sorry for it,
in fact, it leaves me beaming.

funny how ephemeral
my epiphany seemed,
in the field down by the lake.
feeling alive for the first time in years.
feeling alive and feeling awake.