Poetry

you are.

and: you don't have to be. 

let yourself exist.

sleep in late.

make your favorite foods.

hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.

you are marvelous.

On September 8th, I woke up to a day like most others.

Somedays

are made for shouting the passion of my human condition

from the rooftops.

Do not forget to wonder,

in your busy lives,

at the handsome brown spider

Okay so you've got some beef with me it seems.

Well, get to it-

Stop wasting all of our time so you can give me those

words that I can punch out of your mouth for real this time.

Well...

Not punch because

Health is

Running through cool rain

Eating whatever you please

Drinking juice like nectar

Sleeping in “too late”

Accepting your big body

Taking mental health breaks

Finding your peace

Mr. Kennedy,

For the love of all that is good

Understand that I am no disease

Calm the dogs you send after us

Kindness is the only way

You are the least qualified

Of all the people for the job

Do what you know is right <3

I’m going today

But as I pack my bags, I

Marvel at the land

I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,

Not taking a glance back the way we came.

The footsteps I take are whispers;

No one can hear them but me.

But you still listen to my heartbeat

After the snowfall in the winter there's a sky so deep that it scares me to look up,

to know my fragile kitten heart belongs to such a universe.

Soon it’s November—

Pumpkins and cranberry skies.

Autumn winks; she’s gone.

My body is a revelation

Unseen and unspoken

My body is a revolution

You will see I’m unbroken

My conscious is power

As I breathe, I fight

My conscience is power