Truth
We can tell the truth now: How I needed you to be broken so I could be whole
Carry
I never need to carry the weight of you forward It was always enough to leave you behind
Bruises
We’ve all got bruises: some hidden and others plain tender to the touch
Spaces
Empty spaces invite new life after a long exhale I fill every corner with light
Homes
New homes invite fresh hopes habits and soft songs for waking and sleeping stirring pots and folding sheets until ever-slowly this is the only way we imagine living
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