Unburdened Breath
The first morning after the breakup last year felt... well... like this. #PoetryCommunity #Divorce #LGBTQ #ComingOut
the morning after I shed my past was like breathing my first breath at last. with sunlight playing through the awakening trees I finally felt a sense of release. a weight had lifted from my chest one I hadn't realized was keeping me from rest. I could feel the fractured duality of my changing identity. one, the ghost of the life before. the other, a birth of something more. the timid joy of…
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