ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

GEORGIA

I hang

Upside down off the bench

My curls

Rain onto the grass

In a beautiful waterfall

My legs go numb

We were rising.

With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —

Those with knotted breath and clasped hands 

Weaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —

Child, your future is best left unspoiled, so I may be too vague, or not vague enough. Don’t be afraid of  the contents within this letter . . .