i struggle so deeply everyday
to shove you in my back pocket
or toss you in the middle of a pile of memories
or lock you up in a locker full of
forgotten hand-me-downs that I no longer remember
because I am so much older now
but it’s unfinishing
this journey is unending
and each day, I wake up soaked in a pool of sweat
because in my dreams I had been frantically searching for the keys
to open you up and let you out
to find you and love you over again.
but then I start each day again
and pick up the struggle from where I left off the previous day.
© The Short Black Girl, 2018