Vision of my captor, I surrender
But expect winter weather
‘cause I don't know how to begin
And I don't know where you have been
Somewhere in our bedroom there’s a compass
and a vase full of patience
and I don't know where you have been
but now I know how to begin
again—I’ve lost myself completely
feet don’t fail me
it’s not that far, if you know where you are
Cinnamon and flowers on the counter
It took some time, but I found her
And I’m okay with how I fit in
‘cause I don’t need to begin
again—I’ve become so completely
when she lingers so sweetly
don’t back down
old black spruce, we’ve got nothing to lose
About the Creator
Emily Adams
Poet, essayist, photographer, and animal rights activist. I write about ethics, parenthood, and the strange, beautiful experience of being alive.
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