light beams

there’s dust in the light beams

and flowers in my hair.

i paint my nails and show them now,

too tired to care.

dancing in my room,

jumping on my bed.

all the lights turned off,

ella’s songs in my head.

i’m anxious, but i’m ready.

i’m confused, but i’m proud.

always staying calm.

how’s that cliché saying go again?

“it’s always darkest before the dawn.”

– js

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Author: i.jacksonsmith

An aspiring young visual artist with an interest in poetry as well.

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