The Sun and Her Flowers. Белые стихи, от которых распускаются цветы. Рупи Каур

too much to walk around with

      what your hands have done

      if it’s not my hands that have done it

      the truth comes to me suddenly – after years of rain

      the truth comes like sunlight

      pouring through an open window

      it takes a long time to get here

      but it all comes full circle

      it takes a broken person to come searching

      for meaning between my legs

      it takes a complete. whole. perfectly designed

      person to survive it

      it takes monsters to steal souls

      and fighters to reclaim them

      this home is what i came into this world with

      was the first home

      will be the last home

      you can’t take it

      there is no space for you