Alessandra G.

And at the end, my legs feel different.
Calm and relieved of the dull ache from the hours’ meanders.

My neck hurts an achy whine
From the sleep I never got,
And from the hour-and-a-half I sat awake, letting the pillow bunch against my neck, more restless than I.
I cannot help but laugh at myself

So I sit there, frozen but far from consumed. This joy is not mine. I wish with all I have that I could call it my own, but it’s not. The joy that lines the insistent horizon.

It’s just that there is so much I want to see. For so much of my life, I have shut my eyes tight. Spent a regrettable sum of years in fear, and so very alone.

Dear Serabella,
It’s been so long since I have last seen you.
Now buried so deep amidst the challenges of the present, it becomes unbearable to see the past with your
Generous yellow-brown eyes.