Isn’t about pressure,

To feel a way.

It isn’t a fissure,

Just to feel the sway.

Isn’t a cut,

To feel the flow.

It isn’t stuck in a rut,

Just to sieve the seeds.

Isn’t the onset of rot,

To fail the test.

It isn’t being put on the spot,

Just so feel the pulse under your breast.

It is the smile,

To feel the care in silence.

It’s to run a mile,

Just to seek recompense.

It is the arms,

To feel safe.

It is the absence of alarms,

Just to call on a waif.

…

I am happy

🖤