Feb. 12, 2017


She didn't know how to let them leave,

one at a time,

faces disappearing in her mind,

but she knew she had to go.

And she knew one day she'd find someone that was willing to be restless with her,

an equal match to her soul.

But that somehow, though he was able to be restless,

he would make her finally feel something she'd never before considered.

He would enable her to feel freedom in something that was so foreign.

A word she wasn't sure she understood.

A word that she'd spent her whole life fighting.

A word that he would teach her how to say:


It's okay to be still.

It's okay to be still.

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