Photo by Kleigh Balugo
I have turned the right way.
I still yearn for the early morning chill.
I swear there is nothing and no one
else when I am under a fort of fuzzy blankets.
Glowing from my rainbow fairy lights
reflection that hangs above my twin size bed.
I have realized repetition is
a form of change for me.
Because each time something
changes even the smallest adjustment –
means I am growing.
There are so many places
I have yet to mark with
my confetti stain spilling
all over every and any place.
Because now I can do it.