Chipped nails, relieved breaths

I let go of filing, and painting and repeating

Two years of ink, deep breathes

All for a sheet of paper, it hangs on my wall

New room, cold breaths

I moved here thinking, and praying and dreaming

For the first time, I stayed somewhere alone

Distance in miles, and voices and hope

Empty pages, shallow breaths

I let go of fixing, and moving and making

Holding breaths

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