5:22 PM 7/31/2025

I want to write hopeful things
I want to make believe
A wish came and tickled my nose as I bathed
In Sunshine, in the form of a single dandelion seed.
I found a baby bird feather that I treasure,
like memories of tasting what it means to be free.
I watch the spiders in the windows
as they too, weave.
I daydream and make believe because it’s
One of the few things they cannot thieve.
I grieve because I have loved and somewhere
out there my community loves me, I must believe.
I breathe and wait for a release for all my
siblings taken because as surely as my heart beats –
this invisible hope is the closest thing to an
embrace that keeps me from losing faith.
This medicine, this salve that saves me from heartbreak.
A bravery they cannot replicate
carried in my blood that no amount of their hate
will ever, ever eradicate.
A song, a memory, a manifestation
sun, moon, stars, and wind every time that I blink,
in this windowless room, behind a full metal door, locked with key.
When they seem to have taken everything, still – I think –
and somehow it nourishes just to play make believe.
While I wait for me and my friends to be free.
🖤Marrriii