a poem called “relief”

01/24/25

I bask in the sun, I cry on the beach, I can’t overcome the fear i can’t see

I drink overpriced lattes and chamomile tea, 

Istruggle to accept that good things can happen to me.

I make music and art, while my laundry piles grow knee deep

I moved to an island to find relief

I tell my guitars my secrets, knowing they can keep  them safe

The sound of forever still rings in my ears but exes wouldn’t know the taste

Old love notes stuffed in a shoe box, next to my best pair of thrifted jeans

I know that I can’t hide forever and expect to feel seen

Another love, I loved, lost, blood spilled at the scene

I’ll rebuild myself, after all, the bravest thing I ever did was leave