elise.writer

I am privileged, and I am ashamed of it.

I live in a kind town
in a steady house.
I live with a loving family
and more than enough food
and clothing
and basic necessities.

Still, I cry at the slightest losses.

I am free. that is what matters for I
would never want to be chained by my own
perception of "should." I am
free.

I am wild. I jump and play and laugh and run
through the forests. I love my home that I reach

You do not have to sacrifice your soul for those you should love.
You do not have to hail every stranger to encounter.
You do not have to ignore the harshest of wind and pretend you are okay.

Last year, I had likely the most amazing experience of my life at a teen Rite of Passage retreat, Adventure Game Theatre. I felt like I could finally be myself and be happy in this amazing community, the best I've ever found.

Your heart knows the way home,
Your heart knows the way home.

Like a single white feather with splotches of dark
Worthy of noticing its enchantment yet frayed,
Like the wings of a fragile butterfly on the road

If these words inspire
no loves
no reads
no "wins"
no nothing                then that's okay.

If she and he and they said
this or that about
that and this and