there is always more
of you to love

this month i learned to throw a punch
with painted nails from girls who loved
to yell and sing covered in blood
and huff and cry to feel enough
of who we are beneath these gloves
we sang “let it
go”
to card games and birthday cakes
to your forks and my plates
with « green light » in the background
the por…read more

i am brave
every time i climb to the top of a tree
not because the branches could give out under me
but because i am finding the way that i grieve
in a place i feel safe enough to pursue peace

i am strong
every time i put my skates on
not because i could fall if my balance is off
it’s ’cause i could have stayed broken-hearted
but instead i’ve…read more