Writing

Under the green jungle crown 

you silently go, 

Shimmers of light pattering 

down onto your soft, worn skin. 

What is something

What is nothing

If you think about it

When you've forgotten the reason,

remember a snippet of who you were.

Oblivious. 

Hello.

This is hard, but my armor won't get stronger if I don't talk to you.

She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.

How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.

Why can’t I be both 

Why can’t I like

Crop tops 

And still support

Women’s rights

Why can’t I wear makeup 

And still think 

All bodies

Are beautiful 

Why is it bad

Into the meadow we run together, 

Faces shining in the sun.

Beneath the starry sky we wander,

'Til what we seek is done.

We play and we laugh

We joke and we splash

In the waters of a shimmering lake.