Sunday, March 6, 2016

Being 28 feels like
the longest autumn of my life.
My colors are changing;
they have bolder,
complicated, refined names,
accent wall color names.
When I was greener,
before my sienna was burnt,
I imagined who I would be
& here I am,
still imagining,
pieces falling off & pieces growing,
recycling my thoughts,
reminding myself when it gets cold,
the bare & the vulnerable
are canvasses for blossoms.

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