Thursday, September 15

4 pm

today i wake up again -
still hollow -
to golden late afternoon light seeping through the blinds
falling on my arm, falling everywhere, falling on my face,
in my little bedroom in my cousin mad dog's house,
warm and now feeling like a part of these floral sheets
that have hidden me many times while i quietly cried
before and this morning.

today i wake up again
also to my heart beating so violently it hurts,
as if it's screaming, "hey, get up!
you're still alive!
you have this amazing life to live!!!"

i don't know if this little heart i could ever trust again,
but i do know i have to start getting up.