as i lay awake
with nothing to hold
i feel the happiness, a burst a quake
the feeling feels so damn bold
i feel the life pumping through my vitals
the sway of my hips as i walk
the thin fabric of my sweater hugging my body
and the wind brushing back my baby hairs
for the first time
i am appreciating my body
for what it is
i feel great because i
love not having the restriction of "you can't"
i no longer need your strength to stand
i no longer need you
–there's a secret
YOU ARE READING
guilty.
PoetryAll of the citizen's desires, madness, and love stamped into pages, just to be delivered to you.
