Anneysha

People breath down my neck, I ignore their tired stares

For my mind is busy, trying to run a race against time

Is being lost such an unforgivable crime?

I don't know where I am going, I just know where I get down

If I let go now, will I drown?

People say they call me by my name

I never hear when they do, is it such a shame

To be lost, to be gone, to be somewhere else,

than here in the now?

As much as I love the sun, I want to remember the quiet peace that winter evenings bring every time.

It has taken me so long to notice how winter already comes with the promises that bloom in summer.

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May we rejoice, rest and refill ourselves to the brim, even if it is with the sweet assurances of more that emptiness brings. May we find ourselves in every leaf, every flower, every blue/orange/grey of the sky, every season of the upcoming years.

-a.

For a really long time.

After a really long time.

I know nothing about reading palms but I recognise love when I see it.

I see these turmeric stains and suddenly my hands are my Mom's.

I see these calluses and suddenly my hands are my Dad's.

I cry.

I've been holding so much love in my hands! I've been creating so much love through my hands!

I cry some more.

These hands that are mine now carry legacies that have existed even before I did.

Legacies.

Of sentiments, sacrifice and survival.

Our hands were designed to never be empty....

Of the kind that sometimes helps me fall asleep

At most other times,

I'm trying to figure out if I'm hearing a plane running to take off in the distance

Or just my heart choosing to remain loyal to me.

-anne.

It whispers my name and beckons me home

The days grow shorter, the nights colder

All foliage gives way to naked truth

In letting go, who do you become?

You go back to being who you truly are.