There is a morning ritual wherein
I go out to breathe and see
Sunlight taking over my body
like brand new skin,
Sweeping away all the
darkness of the night.
Do you ever feel like a deep breath
is giving you a new life?
Or the morning light
is giving you a new sight?
Lovers can wait a little,
Mothers can pause too.
I will chant my name aloud
And pop in some self love to chew.
I’ll sit by the wall to absorb my thoughts
With sweet melodies of chirps and tweets.
For just now
Something has raked my mind.
How unjust the claims of these walls are
How they promise of relief and security
And turn sound proof when we actually
shriek for help?
Is that why we perpetually run away?
Is that why we perpetually hunt for ‘home’?