june
hudson, ny
-
her
it wasn't like that.
i kept telling myself
as the plane landed.
what a time to be
alive, sitting there
staring out at
the unknown landscape,
imagining the stories
i'd walk away with.
i know then i failed
to accept that i would have
scars, too.
i had been in a hard place
that left me empty
and now
the albany skyline felt like
a breath of fresh air.
somehow i was okay again.
somehow,
this summer would be
one to remember
forever.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Contoa short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
