Why document my sadness
When I could document my peace?

Some moments I’ve found it.

It’s in the spider I spared rather than killed
in the beauty, the cuteness, I see in all things

It’s in the time we’re curled up together
and not thinking about it.

It’s when I’m dressed, with my coffee, ready to face the day.

And when I’m naked in my bed, having given myself permission
to do absolutely nothing.

It’s when I’ve cried all day but come home to you.