Open Letter To An Old Lover

No, I’m not going to calm or quiet down;
for I have river in my hair,
and moss between my toes,
and sunshine on my fingertips,
and they all have claimed me as their daughter.
And if that is so,
I’ll stay right here,
just as wild as I was born;
just as raging as the river who birthed me,
just as free as the moss beneath my feet,
and just as bright as the sun,
glaring down upon our heads,
shining light on all the bullshit,
spilling from your bed.
Credit and poetry by~ Jewels Ahl,

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