rewriting the end

a poem on starting over

the light was dim, 
the conversation silent
tiny bedrooms breathe life, 
slow & sure,
back into the bones 
of unbreakable women

that aloneness cannot 
be replicated, placed in a bottle
what would someone 
do with that kind of quiet?

it filled your chest, nestled into your ribs
bruises will always fade, but you know the
deepest colors, the crimson blues

the light was dim, but your eyes drank it
your rose returned & your cheeks rejoiced
tiny breaths in bedrooms, 
smiling children loved by you

rewriting the end, 
that’s what women know how to do

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