Perhaps you’ve forgotten my name,
so I will remind you.
I am Sara, lover of words
and handmaiden of hope.
I stand by the shore,
beaming out a thousand watts
toward passing ships.
I have danced with grief
and lived to tell the tale.
I marched into battle
and slayed a dragon
with 50,000 words.
In the aftermath, I have stood in silence
in the the shadow of old growth giants
and marveled at all the peace
where my demons used to be.
I may look small,
but my roots plunge deep and wide.
I take up space.
And with my space, I rest in peace.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
Perhaps you’ve forgotten my name,
so I will remind you.
I am Sara, lover of words
and handmaiden of hope.
I stand by the shore,
beaming out a thousand watts
toward passing ships.
I have danced with grief
and lived to tell the tale.
I marched into battle
and slayed a dragon
with 50,000 words.
In the aftermath, I have stood in silence
in the the shadow of old growth giants
and marveled at all the peace
where my demons used to be.
I may look small,
but my roots plunge deep and wide.
I take up space.
And with my space, I rest in peace.
