I dream of 22
Of freedom
Of happiness
Of bliss
Of life
21 has been nothing but pain
Bruised thighs and frozen toes
Red hands and swollen fingers
Brought in through the darkest, coldest nights
On a long, hard road
Filled with blood, sweat, tears
Shaky arms and long car rides
Secret meals and bargains
Concussions and blurred vision
Streaks and ER visits
Lies and gaslighting
Binders, notecards and poems
Facetimes and hot apartments
Sleepless nights and bloody noses
Barren faces and frizzy hair
Mind, body, and soul sacrifices
But now, I see the light
As I refract this light, I pray for better days
I pray to reconnect with my 22
