On my heart

For so long I have been looking At the gold traces around my heart. I thought at first that they are there Just to keep it all together. As I kept looking in their direction, They began resembling a map. But a map of what? Some kind of treasure? Trying to make sense of this,…

Dear me,

You’re free. Free to love and to be loved To stop grieving and enjoy life To part ways with guilt and shame You are allowed to feel joy again To plead for more… to celebrate. You’re free to dream and have high hopes To believe in yourself when no one does. You can be wild,…