[Poem] Sometimes

Some days the way the wind slides across my skin reminding me of every hair is a comfort.

Some days the way sunlight filtered by glass and leaf onto my bare arms is a relief.

Some days the way the whole open blue sky greets the top of my head like a cap makes me feel safe.

Some days the wind feels like a stranger touching me on the bus, smile of teeth and whispers of “you’re pretty”.

Some days the sun is like someone I care for hurt by my words, turning their back and walking away.

Some days the sky is a cowl of silence and shade for blue tears.

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