dust, glue, and canvas shoes
Jan 3, 2021
Dust, glue, and canvas shoes,
powder blue walls in sunlit halls.
Sleeping at ten,
breathing was easy then.
Snow, trees, and soothing strangers,
searching for praises in hollow places.
Broken and bent,
will breathing be easy again?
Dust, scars and lonely hours,
tending wounds in bleeding wombs.
Gasping and brave,
but still taking in air.
