Independent

when red embers
bleach my open
eyes in pool chlorine
and tears burst from
new wells. i 
think about how 
lucky i am to have 
independent eyes.

when my mind
is full of thoughts
and it feels like they
are devouring my 
insides. i think
about how lucky i am
to have an independent 
mind.

when my throat
is a dried fountain
and no longer has any
words to spit out.
I think about how lucky
i am to have an 
independent voice.

when i fall into 
the gale’s melodies
and find my feet
removed from soil.
i think about how 
lucky i am to be
an independent 
female. 

 
h

happydancer

MA

YWP Alumni

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