What if I carried myself
with the quiet certainty
of someone who belongs
to her own life?
Shoulders unclenched.
Spine awake.
Joy lingering in me
hours after returning home.
Simply alive.
What if I carried myself
with the quiet certainty
of someone who belongs
to her own life?
Shoulders unclenched.
Spine awake.
Joy lingering in me
hours after returning home.
Simply alive.
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