she skips down the sidewalk
ignorant of the clouds gathering above
yet even though the rain starts to fall
she still pays no notice for she’s simply
thinking of her recent dreams
and of the fact that she’s
in love
for what now can harm her
or tell her she’s not enough
maybe she’ll go down to the coffee shop
and buy a mocha
or maybe just a croissant
but now she’s still and leaning against the fence at home
letting her thoughts settle
breathe once breathe twice
is the sky bluer than normal?
is the light through the trees always this stunning hue?
breathe girl get a grip remember your story
but also remember
i am not alone
i am loved
i am known
and there’s a little butterfly perching
on the bench out front