Light flooded through my window
Past the white wood panels holding nature’s glow out
I push the lever down to let more life in
to hear the crisp sounds of birds playing outside
There is a faint buzz of cars commuting to work
Or as I imagine them to be, I am sure they do other things too
And as I lay in my bed from Ikea with a frame over head
On rough faded blue and white checker sheets
They are sweet and remind me of a
A magical and hidden cottage
Nestled in a meadow
Over grown with wild flowers and wheat
But of course not a single bug would bite me
And the house would never flood
And the sun would always shine
Until it was time for the moon and stars to be bright
And I would lay on a bed right outside my cottage
And feel the warmth of the stars shine on
My face like it is on a hermosa beach with just right warm sand
And I’ll dream of what its like
To be felt
To be loved
To be cherished
To be cared for
To be adored
To be seen
Just the way I am
With no ask to change
With no desire for different
And with a sense of understanding that I can grow
Into more than I am
And as the cottage transforms
I’ll be in a glass box floating in the sky remembering what
It was like to be that girl with the room in the back of the house
That was so scared of being ordinary
She would put herself in danger
I am so proud of what she’s has become and what she will come for her next
Her flow to grow into a life different than the one
They all told her she was meant to have
And despite their claws and their rules and their shame
She climbed out without a moment to waste
And I am just so happy to be able to give her what she wants
A life where she gets to do whatever the fuck she wants.
