Do I believe in everything you’ve whispered into the wind?
How could I?
Would I be a fool if I did?
Velvet promises of loving compliments.
I am not all that you twisted into broken truths to make you feel comfortable in the hand-me-down sweaters and too-large-sneakers and embarrassing accessories.
Can you see me yet?
The girl with the broken eyes and the wilted smile?
The girl that wants to wrap you up and hold you until you stop crying to the universe –
the girl with sunflowers in her pockets and moonbeams in her hair.
I am heavy
I am carrying the weight of hundreds of years of burdens and celebrations.
I am incapable of forgetting that humans are beautiful in their mistakes and pain as well as their triumphs.
You are a gentle smile that I pass by on the street
that reminds me that even strangers have beds that may be too cold at night
but they still recognize
the call of the wishing well.
I do not cry
I do not shout
I merely wander the skies, letting the lavender breeze carry me along
Spring is here but winter is still tenderly kissing my skin
reminding me that I should be so lucky to return to the fires of my own promises
A penny in the wishing well
A sunflower in my hair
A smile, a nod
A shiver and goodbye
