I kept looking for something that I felt I left behind

I felt lighter quieter and kind and I couldn’t find what it is I left behind

And it’s fine I feel fine but I keep looking over my shoulders feeling colder and molded, to smolder until I felt it

The truth is

I left behind the weight of me when judging my own ecstasy

And now I’m free to be, and that feels

Well

Free.

-Ama🌹