When Leni floats the possibility of a world
in which my hard work finally pays off
I let myself lose it. Sitting at my small desk
on a Thursday morning, surrounded
by half-packed boxes, a bruise
on my knee from bumping into
a plastic crate filled with shoes
I no longer have reason to wear
these days, I crack
a window open, just enough
for a slice of hope to slither through.
I know there are no promises.
The real emergency here
is that we are all bone-tired. Except
sometimes there are open spaces –
sometimes there is light
rain and no leaks, sometimes you ask
for help and someone actually comes.
I wanted to write a poem to remind you
that you’re good enough but there’s only
so much I can say. So if you can today
go outside. Smile at a dog on a walk
try to remember that wagging tail feeling
your ears flapping about in the wind.
Talk to that one person who believes
you can do great things. I hope you know
we are all fighting. There’s a sliver
of a chance we’ll make it through.
🌸 💗
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