Light flooded through my window <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Past the white wood panels holding nature\u2019s glow out <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I push the lever down to let more life in <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to hear the crisp sounds of birds playing outside\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a faint buzz of cars commuting to work\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or as I imagine them to be, I am sure they do other things too <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And as I lay in my bed from Ikea with a frame over head\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On rough faded blue and white checker sheets\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They are sweet and remind me of a <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A magical and hidden cottage <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nestled in a meadow <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over grown with wild flowers and wheat <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But of course not a single bug would bite me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the house would never flood <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the sun would always shine <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until it was time for the moon and stars to be bright <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I would lay on a bed right outside my cottage <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And feel the warmth of the stars shine on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My face like it is on a hermosa beach with just right warm sand <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I\u2019ll dream of what its like <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be felt <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be loved <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be cherished <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be cared for <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be adored <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be seen <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just the way I am <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With no ask to change <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With no desire for different <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And with a sense of understanding that I can grow <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Into more than I am
And as the cottage transforms <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be in a glass box floating in the sky remembering what <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was like to be that girl with the room in the back of the house <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was so scared of being ordinary <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She would put herself in danger <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am so proud of what she\u2019s has become and what she will come for her next <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her flow to grow into a life different than the one <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They all told her she was meant to have <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And despite their claws and their rules and their shame <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She climbed out without a moment to waste <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I am just so happy to be able to give her what she wants <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A life where she gets to do whatever the fuck she wants. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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