Swaying, but not coming undone

When I touch a gentle moment,
I sometimes remember
how I truly wished things could have been.

But,
I already know
that a single moment
does not make a future.

This is a poem about not letting go of my own senses
even while swaying.

Swaying, but not coming undone
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When I hold on tight,

the sounds of the world

grow a little more distant.

Even though the things that scared me


and the words that were said to me

are still

churning

deep in my chest,

when I touch something warm,

it softens

just a little bit.

When there is a gentle day,

I remember


how I truly wished things were this way.

But you know,

I already know

that just one day

does not make a future.

I

am watching closely.

Not the words,


but the flow,

the repetitions,

the signs.

That is why

it is okay to sway,

it is okay to be lonely.

But

I will not come undone.

The "this is not the place"

inside of me

is properly

protecting me.

Afterword

When you touch upon kindness,
your heart may sway a little.

Even so,
I do not want to pretend that the discomfort within me,
or the flow I have observed properly,
never existed.

Swaying, but not coming undone.
I wrote down that feeling just as it is.

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