here’s what triggers me:
a soft feeling beneath a cynical view
that today matters
that there is worth in unexpected moments
that greener grass is here, now
I want to take a breath and mean it
like when time stopped and every inhale and exhale
meant bringing a child into the world
a labor of pure love
I want to work like that until my heart is filled again
to fix my eyes on letters
and forget all the numbers
filling my head
peace is not a catchphrase
contentment is not a buzzword
I want them to be the structure which holds
this body together
which binds my skin and keeps all my insides, in
that which infinitely embraces my soul
and keeps me well
that whispers inside my spirit
You don’t have to live like this
on dark days
I am not sure where to go from here
only that every step matters
like every cell and atom
like rest and color
like music and warmth
like today
this is what triggers me:
a cascade of bright memories
a dull black and white fear
an anticipation of hope
swirling in the sky as one
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