Author: SHE'S IN PRISON

A poem about never losing your fight. Don’t let a little darkness keep away your light 🙂

True story. But I feel the need to share my experience beyond the moment this poem captures. My dinner tonight was lovely. I treated myself to pizza and a beer at a brewery in one of my favorite parts of the city. I basked in the sun on the patio, cooling off in the 65 degree breeze after speed-walking around the park. I sat alone, but my evening was perfect. This poem is melancholy, but it is also a wish for my future, and I have faith it will happen. And because of that, I am not sad.

This morning I wished I could capture the beauty of the sky in a bottle and take it with me to work. There’s only a short window of time that the colors dance like that before the bustle of cars and smog and computers turning on all take over. It’s like a deep breath to start the day.

Just watching my kitty sleep at my feet, procrastinating on a paper, and hoping the hours magically stretch so that work tomorrow can stay in a distant future.

If you ask me, empathy is the crux of poetry.

As I drove home tonight I noticed a single tree on the side of the highway, the branches crossed in such a way that their vulnerability hit me. And then I realized how much I related to that tree in that moment and felt compelled to write our story.

Have a great night 🙂

-Leanne

This is my baby Cleo.