I looked my reflection
Saw the storm’s waves mirrored in my eyes.
Smiled at the stony cracks balancing my eyes
That held history in their crevices.
“You survived”, I said.
And today, that’s good enough.
Breathe
Breathe in Creating space between the ribs Creating space protected by holding my breath wondering when you would save me. Will you save me? Look at me? See the cracked foundation, the buckling beams and still find me charming? Will you? Will you let me Exhale with you around me?
Danielle Lyn 