I once woke up with a stranger feeling.
One that flickered with hope despite all of life’s bidding.
I had cried myself to sleep the night before due to the hurt from my ceaseless worry.
Believing I was just always the wrong fitting.
By noon, there was nothing particularly pleasing
Nor had my eyes beheld anything worth me gleaming.
But my heart was oddly rigid
Solid to the thesis that nothing more could ever break me.
It was indeed an awkward instinct, but it was a crucial step to healing.
By dusk, I got that call.
The one buzz that changed it all.
That single loamy conversation gave stem to my harvest song.
I had no plans nor endeavor of how the week would’ve been assured
But at that very moment, my years of simplicity and secrecy, had lifted an eternal score.
This is beautiful ❤️