Calligraphy
I was a cosmic swirl
stumbling blindly towards the sun,
my dreamcatcher hands coming undone.
I was anxiety assaulted.
Between all that I was, I bacame.
I now know what I am.
I am calligraphy, bold and intricate,
cultured and present.
I am
surrounded by a world that is no longer
small.
For we grew hand in hand.
I understand
all that I am.
This poem is about:
Me