life, again
I think that especially in 2020, the passage of time has felt… weird, so I was reflecting a little about it. I think sometimes there’s a lot of things we forget as we grow up that we struggle to relearn.
December 20, 2020
at eighteen, born anew,
hands clawing out, pressing up
against the leaden weight of a blanket
breaking out to face the bite of winter,
eyes burned shut from insomnia,
the adult finds a monster in the dark,
and once again,
learns how to cry.