I yawn out of bed
Assemble myself a little breakfast
And snuggle below the covers.
I look at the empty space beside me
And place myself in the middle.
I crave many things in this world
Connection and belonging.
I understand now
I can have anything I want.
I do not choose the low hanging fruit.
Perhaps I will wait for one to fall.
Perhaps I will grab a ladder.
Perhaps I do not enjoy the taste of figs.
But it will be my choice
And I choose to enjoy.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
