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.

Vineela Ravilla

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.