Haibun: Just Be Me?
Grabbing for her designer clutch, she pauses. With a deep breath, she felt a little more relaxed. With another full inhale and exhale, a tad less stressed. But, why was she still felt so nervous?
‘What if I’m asking for this label, this clutch I’ve paid way too much for, to hide me? I don’t like who I was when I NEEDED such a thing. Why not just be me? It’s worked the best for me so far.’
With that, her phone came back out and her shoulders lowered. This time when she took her deep breath, she felt free.
desert browns. cracked earth.
last week’s rain: green births. surface.
hot dust blows like fog
‘What if I’m asking for this label, this clutch I’ve paid way too much for, to hide me? I don’t like who I was when I NEEDED such a thing. Why not just be me? It’s worked the best for me so far.’
With that, her phone came back out and her shoulders lowered. This time when she took her deep breath, she felt free.
desert browns. cracked earth.
last week’s rain: green births. surface.
hot dust blows like fog
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