Written by Evelyn Bi
So small and peacefully unripe, half-finished yet I see me.
I hold the edges of the world while standing at its center,
The wound I knew so well closed at last, and for good!
What you create I can love for I am not so easily whittled.
Unfurl and arrange yourself until you fill the space you deserve
Because you’ve always known that you have what you need
And even then, know to grasp that garden close
The home you longed for finally within reach reprimanding:
You hold the edges of the world while standing at its center. |