RoseIsARose
The worry always comes, though always unbidden. It does not matter that every rational fiber of her brain is screaming and pushing against it. The tiniest things always cause her world to crumble into the tiniest pieces.
I never knew that
eyes, hair, fingers
could provoke so much sunshine
so deep in my belly
Now I know
And now there's always sunshine
She remembers the time she woke up crying from a dream about her childhood. She was six years old again, when work meant running up the slide and love meant smiles and blinks and friendship meant playdates and popsicles, and that was all.