she wasn’t there

yet, but

that she could even be on this

journey was a privilege

in and of itself, she wished

she could pull that

perspective out of her pocket

please for the times she just wanted

to sleep | in the forest | in the hellish dark

 

she knew where she wanted to go

now from a strong and quiet

lake in her heart it wasn’t

screaming

at her anymore because she

had cupped her ear to it, allowed it to exist in the

openness she let herself climb her own

steep

soul. it gave her stillness. she hoped for moonlight.