somSometimes, I feel smothered.
Do you?
Smothered in brown gravy
and struggling to find me.
The weight of humanity
Takes what is soft and pliable
And turns me into something
unrecognizable.
Smothered under grandma's quilts
Covered in bursting shades of
Love, comfort, kindness, memories.
Healing the hurt.
Sewing the fragile velveteen parts
back together.
Smothered in agape love.
Bigger than one. Bigger than two.
A community that accepts each member
For who they really are.
Just because that's what you do.
Red and yellow, black and white…
Sometimes, I feel smothered.
Do you?
About the Creator
Paige Baucum
EdSt
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.