The January Journal • a poem you wrote

tiny wonder.

it’s finally still. 

there has been a quiet to timing

the smell of eucalyptus fills the air

steam fills the room, encapsulating


my lungs. my entire being. 

I take in a breath

releasing a sigh

releasing the stress


I am safe here.

it is my personal haven

a place to call home 

and I’m seizing this moment


giving a little joy and thankfulness 

to this big win of mine

and it is just that, for the first time in a long time, something that is just mine.


so I take in every tiny wonder

every glimmer of ordinary

I view as a new declaration 

to bathe it in extraordinary 


immersing in my own wonder

my lineage. my line.

my femininity

my own divine

it is mine.