This year has been the hardest of your whole life.
So hard you cannot see a future, most days.
The pain is bigger than anything else.
Takes up the whole horizon, no matter where you are.
You feel unsafe, you feel unsaved.
Your past so present you can feel your baby teeth.
Sitting on the couch, you swear your feet don’t reach the floor.
You keep remembering the first time you saw a bird’s nest
Held together by an old shoe lace and scraps of a plastic bag.
You knew the home of a person could be built like that.
A lot of things you’d rather throw away.