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🌹