Nervously gnawing the inside of my mouth waiting
for hope to turn
Grateful
Finally and only
after we’re home
Safe
Only
After the Parade.
When stickers, flags, and clouds of glitter
have gone away
do I truly get this sense of Pride
This sigh
comes
When my breath-held lungs
deflate their proud balloons
Equal parts uneasy and afraid
Going back to their tender measures
when loving her is as easy as breathing
as simple as
Before her
After her
When letting her love me
is
well…
As easy as breathing
while running
In the sweet
Southern California heat
which swelters
almost year round
So I’m still learning
This breathing
Easy
To put it simply
If I ever could
What love is when it’s full
Like Pride.
About the Creator
Victoria
I write things. Stories. Thoughts. Songs. Ideas. Grocery lists - so many lists - But mostly I stare at that silver screen just behind my eye lids and imagine, wonder, dream, and explore.
Lately, I've felt brave enough to share.
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