lavender

I wrote today for the first time in months. it was spontaneous: a group of us in the unit 2 lounge. I’d been complaining about writer’s block. Jenae suggested we all write to a prompt. we struggled to decide on one, and ended up settling for the lavender branch on the mantle beside Cara’s scented candles and a vase of paper cranes. it’s only a little thing, but I wrote today, and because of this I feel a little more like me, as though being comfortable with myself is something that might someday be possible.

extract from me my goodness

there’s so much you can break

of everything upon the shelf

I’m what you chose to take

the softness of my scent seduces

from far across the room until

the thought of leaving here is useless

and I’m still on the windowsill

and I will try to do my part

instilling peace til your smile starts

to fog the storms clouding around

the thoughts in which you sometimes drown

and though to you I’m little more

than twigs you don’t quite know what for

perhaps I’m left here for a reason

admiring clouds and passing seasons

losing scent and sense with time

at least right now you’re breathing fine.
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