THOUGHTS AGAIN
before i left,
my nan told me to be kind to myself.
often i am not, and
the surges of welling
oceans come up and over
me, taking me away with them.
i had forgotten again,
left to roost and do this,
until my heart can not take
anymore, and gives itself up to flight.
i remember to be kind to myself
and to be kind to others,
and the thought allows
the tides to ease, and
my lungs to breathe,
and i feel like i
am home.
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