allegraosati | allegra osati

poem seventeen.

sometimes i feel trapped by sameness there’s solace in it the comfort of the notion of home but home is not a place it’s a feeling

the rain has begun but it won’t dim my fire the movement inspires the change but today the gray reflects my mood

my smile creases under my eyes and i wait

i dozed tear-streaked cheeks my heart 2093 miles away my labored breathing normal without your constant reminder even in silence i should relax

there are times i feel the energy of the world pulsing through the back of my neck