Some things I love

There was a time where it was bleak,

when to smile and laugh was foreign,

It is a warm, spreading feeling,

To find myself again.

To choose myself again.

I love buying myself flowers.

I love dad-dancing in my work boots

around the campfire with friends.

I love singing Taylor-Swift in the car

with the two best singing partners in the world.

I love going to the bakery around the corner

and picking something special

to enjoy with tea and a good book in the shade.

I love collecting blue and cream eggs,

and watching ducks on the dam.

I love furry cuddles from the horses,

and sandpaper licks, of the wet nosed cattle.

I love the peace of choosing myself,

of choosing what I want to do,

and with whom.

I love dancing with strangers,

and unpracticed kisses.

I love sharing chips and pork and garlic yogurt

on the street with beautiful friends after a night out.

I love the thrill of an unexpected ally,

and the warmth of knowing a friend has your back,

and when you have theirs.

I love the adventure,

and for the first time,

the uncertainty.

Author's Note: This poem is a work of fiction. Similarities to real world events are coincidental.