Rest Stop

Your dreams follow you

even though last season’s despair

is thick over the surface

not sludge but mulch slowly dissolving from its protective density

into the core belief

that all you are—and dream—

should be protected, should have its place and all the time to grow.

Despair releases from itself, unclenching at no event,

but the silence’s suggestion that,

for now, it’s safe to wait.

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I emerge from the covers shedding

all palls of disappointment when

my heart got clapped back, my visions threatening to the small and visionless.

It is the light I conjure that lives

and is well-tended in my strong body. I’ve seen what I can do

and require no proof.

Life knows I am here

and brings me my work.

I summon myself into possibility every single day.