Dress

sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

it’s the way light moves when i twirl

the way i feel seen without saying a word

but also fragile

like i’m holding something precious

and maybe breaking at the edges

other times the suit feels like a shield

strong and steady

like i’m putting on a voice

a body armor made of sharp lines and silent courage

it says i belong here

even when my heart wants to run

and still

it doesn’t hide the parts of me that tremble beneath the surface

sometimes i wonder if it matters at all

the clothes i choose

if the world will ever stop asking questions

or trying to put me in boxes

when all i want

is to be held

accepted

for every piece

soft and hard

loud and quiet

in dresses and suits

and everything in between

the mirror shows me a thousand versions

none of them perfect

all of them me

and maybe that is enough

to find peace

to find home

in the way i wear myself today

and every day after

moonriseee

PA

14 years old

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    Verse 1
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    I see your faces, but they feel far away.
    Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
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    there is a hand squeezing my heart

    tight slow like it knows every part of me

    holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

    the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

    it does not let go

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    the air tastes like honey and promise

    sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine

    and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet

    the sky drips blue

    stretching wider every afternoon