By Malia Hanes,
Even though we’re stuck in the homes that are bounded by our own harm
The lights are always calling out to each other
reaching
holding
until we can feel whole again
Even though the isolation trickles down your spine
falling into the locked away crevices of your mind
that you hid for a reason
everyone else’s ulterior motives have already been exposed
it won’t hurt to allow yourself to be free
While all your fears build up onto your chest
prying into your heart for more secrets
there’s a sense of safety in the calamity of it all
For you can always close your eyes and pretend as if it’s all over
when you open them it might hurt a little more but for the moment
it’s the sugar rush that you crave
on the days where
there’s nothing you can do but check the news
Refresh each passing headline until it all becomes a blur
of rising rates and rising curves
However soon you will remember
that it will all be over
There will be a moment when you can finally breathe
Inhale the butterflies back into your chest
That you threw outside of your house
boarding all your windows shut to anything that could be a threat
There will be a moment
when the veins around your heart grip away from your chest
you will feel as light as you once were
because in your heart you know
That this will all be over