And when I’m the soft girl
the world can no longer hurt me.
Because even soft girls can roar.
Even soft girls can look to the sky
and laugh away the angry grey.

And when I’m the soft girl
the world can no longer hurt me.
Because even soft girls can roar.
Even soft girls can look to the sky
and laugh away the angry grey.
I’m not really okay, today.
And yesterday—
I wasn’t really okay then, either.
Yesterday, there were tears.
Feelings.
And yesterday I couldn’t see the sky, anymore.
Maybe it’s hormones.
Or the rain.
Or maybe it’s just my broken bits screeching
Reminding me
That I am only human.
Or something like it, anyway.
So.
For a day. Or two. Or three
I’ll probably still be this.
A little bit lost.
A little bit bamboozled.
A little bit wondering…
‘When will this tenderness seep back into my bones?’
Yesterday I searched for a place to hide.
A place to feel safe.
But today, I’m just here
Feeling the ache and letting it…be.
Because what else is there to do?
This is life, after all.
And life is exactly what I’ve come here to do.