I’m still learning how
to swim in the parts
of me that pull me under.
Some days the current
feels like love,
and I let it chase me
farther than I should.
There’s beauty in the chaos,
but it doesn’t always
come without teeth.
I’ve kissed the waterfall
and tasted the mud
the nymphs leave behind—
not everything that glitters
wants to save you.
It’s only been days
since my last letter,
but time has a way
of stretching thin
when the heart is
carrying too much.
No roadmap. No guarantee.
Just a pen, a page,
and the hope that
saying it out loud
might make it
a little more real.
I’m tired, but I’m here.
I’m bruised, but I’m still
becoming. And if the stars
are listening tonight—
let this be my reminder:
I’m allowed to keep
choosing me.
11:00am 12/17/14
by the ivory rose