sitting
outside
i allow myself
a breath
through the pain
the wind
moving
alive and free
pitter patters
against my face
the sunlight
feels anew
but diluted;
thoughts
clouding beauty
i pull myself
open
asking for warmth
yet, cool breezes
push by
i ache
for a touch
of the sun;
so much,
i’d die for it
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
sitting
outside
i allow myself
a breath
through the pain
the wind
moving
alive and free
pitter patters
against my face
the sunlight
feels anew
but diluted;
thoughts
clouding beauty
i pull myself
open
asking for warmth
yet, cool breezes
push by
i ache
for a touch
of the sun;
so much,
i’d die for it
written on: 2.18.2019
t. phoenix
