This Ache Beneath my Shirt Pocket
I’m starting to build
new cycles where
I leave old scapegoats of
strife and mothers to instead
chase new dreams of rainbows
and redbirds and Queen Anne’s lace
glowing yellow in light of the
setting sun, a new spark,
a flair on earth where my worth is
more than these molecules I’m made of.
My hand rubs this round
moment of grace,
this wish stone in my pocket
where I wish for more time,
more freedom, crave
a world not heartless.
Where I wish simply to be a shrub,
live a simple life of untold beauty.
I adore how this builds, and your details throughout.
“this round/moment of grace” and on especially take my breath away.
I love this imagery, Amy. “dreams of rainbows/and redbirds and Queen Anne’s lace”—each of these evokes so many possible thoughts.