just enough pain
like when your hair is long enough
it’s weighed down
but still has
body
to move
.
just enough pressure
that nothing shatters
or snaps
but bends
cracking
open
.
just enough madness
anchored by grief
gutted by
sadness
laughter
relief
.
and just enough hope
to believe
it matters
to still
speak
.
If you’d like to hear how the pacing of these words flows in my body, enjoy the audio included above.
