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homeland [poem]

I feel the cool damp air sink into my bones
and I breathe out
exhaling years of pent up tension
watching the fog of my breath as it floats away
it’s impossibly beautiful here in Washington
even in the wet and the cold
or should I say
especially because of the wet and the cold
my muscles move with fluid purpose
giving me more grace than this body’s ever had before
returning to my homeland
has been the best decision I’ve made in years
healing wounds I hadn’t realized existed
I’m finding myself
redefining who I am as I go
and this
this is my fresh start


bookdragon, poet, witch

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