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What a difference a day can bring

woke up somewhere safe
somewhere quiet
somewhere the pain wasn’t the only thing in the room

warm air, open windows,
the smell of dirt thawing,
spring pushing up through winter’s bones

my auntie said come on
helped me outside, helped me move,
helped me remember my body is still mine

the creek was waiting, steady and sure,
she cupped water in her hands, let it slip through,
told me to listen to the wind,
And the way thst water never asks
where it’s going

she washed my hands, my arms, my head,
murmured prayers soft like river stones,
said this is how we let go, how we cleanse,
how we start again

the sun dried my skin
the water kept moving
and for the first time in too long
so did I
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I thought I knew you. I did not know you are a poet.

Lovely that you had the experience, and lovely you have the skills to share it.
SwampFlower · 31-35, F
@Mamapolo2016 That is very kind coming from you 💜
@SwampFlower It’s not kind. I am kind to kittens and puppies and neighbors who might like some corned beef and cabbage.

I am at best silent on poetry I don’t like. (Me not liking it doesn’t always speak to the poet’s talent - I just don’t like it.)

I like this very much.
SwampFlower · 31-35, F
@Mamapolo2016 I love you 💜💜
@SwampFlower That makes me happy. I love you.