When will I mean something
in a way that
my name becomes the cloud
that comforts your
sleepy thoughts at night,
or a soft scent
that cradles you
into a world you
never want to flee from,
or even the words
that strap armor on
and help you resist the world
and its evil?
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
