hopeful
I’m feeling a wave of melancholy gently graze my ankles
my feet are cold to the touch
and the birds outside my window are chanting, joyously, for the sunset soon to come
It’s been some time, but I’m slowly regaining my appetite
I’ve been relishing more in each moment
both good and bad
awakening to the mere moments of magic that unfold before me — like when my younger sister softly speaks the words, goodbye to me before going to a friend’s…the gradual escalation of my mother’s distinctive laugh…the moments my brother comes to me, excited to invite me into his world…
and giving myself grace when I fall apart over the same things once more, though I swore it was almost possible I was safe
I’m becoming choked up over these little things
these little things that fill my heart with love
It’s been some time, but I’m slowly regaining my appetite.
