little things and reasons to be
I am a kiss
I am the rain
the knot in my stomach when I step on stage
the words I pen with my own hand
and the rings on the table left behind
by my half-fnished mug of peppermint tea.
I am that square of tissue
and the old receipt I use to mark the pages of my favorite book.
I am my favorite off-white sweater
and holes in my jeans
and the earring that I lost a few weeks ago.
I am the way the wind bites
and turns your face that chilly pink
and makes you smell like the outdoors.
I am all the little things I love
but most importantly
I am the reason I get out of bed every day
and give
and share
and live
and love
and be.
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