We Were Everything

I read a poem in a book called you’ll come back to yourself by Michaela Angemeer, and instantly had a wave of forgiveness for myself.

spring smells like spruce trees chopped down outside my three story apartment

but I have more than three stories to tell and

I am tired of being the tree that everyone hangs from (chop me down)

my limbs are getting sore (chop me down)

my limbs are breaking off (chop me down)

get it over with

I can't learn to stand on my own without starting from nothing

I am just beginning

We Were Everything - inspired by a reminder of how beautiful things can be if you prioritise yourself.

For Michaela Angemeer, thank you for being so honest.