In between my shadows and light, my heart grows grapes and leaks of wine,
even when it slips backwards in the cracks of the scars, the scars that prove my tried attempts, the scars that are proof of the chances that I took, I still go out of my way to live.
for even with my moon head filled with tears, with afew voices that I wear as coats to soothe myself, with my heavy curtains the shield my sorrows – the inavailability of answers to when another chance might meet me, to try again, for it is all seen once, never again, I still go out of my way to live.
In between my shadows and light, I take deeper breaths,
silencing my irrational thoughts, calming my racing heart, I have come to a fragile edge with the nights as I sewed the earth’s soul with mine.