She saw perfection in my imperfection.
We got two minutes of sunlight
back today. I wanted
that to be enough.
Last night, I filled my room with light
for the solstice.
Yellow glowed against
green walls, a ghost of spring
I conjured up carefully.
It was not a rite, but a promise.
I will make my own
light when I need it.
I will make a lantern
out of my voice.
The light will spill out of me
when I choose.
Normalize not forcing people to choose you. If they think they can find better elsewhere – let them. Respectfully.