CALL ME BELOVED

I don’t want this taken from me, these –
my midwinter moods where the fresh air
filters inside me just the right way, not
even the depths of my sadness that can
weigh on me alongside my anxieties.
this makes me who I am.

leave them be and I’ll take care of them,
allotting them enough time to surface
for a while, to let them taste the wind outside.
leave them – they do not trouble me any more.
I’m weaving them into a bigger picture,
and it’ll all turn out more colorful in the end.