what happens when you find yourself again
after nights of waking in the dark ocean
the shore opening itself to you
asking for your skin to rest
did you imagine freedom in your bones
or the wind on your lips?
have they asked you what does it taste like to love yourself again?
the hollow cry of belonging no longer scratches your throat
Can you ask for what you want?
doesn’t it feel nice to feel the breeze?
it is possible to be both fire and flower
and loved all at once.