We keep showing up. We keep trying to meet ourselves where we are. And somewhere in between the struggle and the softness, we learn how to bloom.
Splash
The urge to stand on a bridge, Arms opened wide and free, Welcomed by the winds mapping my skin, Instead; I dream of the water beneath my feet, Begging incessantly to meet with my chest, Assuring a reward of a new life promised with the wetness of my hair and lightness of my body, A …
Nene's Corner 