i wake up to birds
chirping
singing
gliding
i feel the breeze
filter through my hair
like a lover long gone
barely there
swept away with time
the sun rises
and i do with it
soft sliding on the wooden floors
that creek and groan with every footsteps
new days have never felt like new beginnings
they’ve always felt like weights i’m too weak to carry on my back
until i do
but with the sun barely above the tree line
with the sky painted in oranges and blues and pinks
with grass that’s damp
trees with shadow
birds with songs
i fear nothing at all
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