Monday, January 1, 2018

All I wanted 
was a reassuring breath 
across my shoulders while I slept. 
But I hadn’t become my own person yet.
Wanting someone else to show me who I am 
is like me telling you who I am; 
my words aren’t real 
unless you feel them. 
I can keep asking for somebody.
I can keep stepping in shallow 
until I meet my own depths. 

This won’t change 
if I sit in the same place & wait. 
This won't change until I offer what I ask for.

.Laura Curren. 

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