“Settling Dawn”: Poem of the Week
The Words of a Concordia Student
A poem to fall into.
Roll my shoulders, into myself
Home is not where the heart lies
It is where you lie comfortably
When the monsoon is quieter
I lie uncomfortably until I let myself.
Chest heaves too small, breath won’t
Fill what I want to.
Don’t try to crawl into the skin, let it settle,
Let yourself settle and sleep into the Dawn.
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