2 p.m.
on my tippy toes through a house
darkened by summer rain
the air slowly fresher
washing away the dust
the image clearer
I am still here
the same as before
but softer
more visible, more awake
this is where I begin
this is where I start to bloom
and whether I am here or somewhere else
I will erase nothing
but take space and make noise
write write write
leave all the evidence
and keep reaching
forward
© coldscars