indirect light
clear and cold
snow doesn’t shimmer,
like last nights moon cast
but it’s soft in the morning.
my list is getting long
all the ways i could be better
make my edges softer
my emotions not reactive
my eyes more steady.
i know you'll take me as i am
but i don’t want to be
how i am.
i want to stand like the sycamore.
change like the sky.
every color and mood
every shade of blue
no stress, just shifting light.
none of them alarming.
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