What boxes have you
broken yourself
to fit into?
Perhaps a dull gray
closet, when your
heart was rainbow-hued?
I broke myself for altars,
pews, and good-girl plaques.
Now I break the boxes
to keep myself intact.
a rainbow we saw last week (+ some photo editing to bring out the colors)
In the notebook
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There always seem to be new boxes to find, then break out of! ✨