Formless
Poetry by 𝐡.𝐚.𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞
They say there’s a blessing that comes from living in purgatory,
because we get to play human with this blood and skin,
make a home for a curious soul out of the little habits,
that we don’t understand our dreams until they become new realities.
‘I’ll take all of your pain away soon.’
I’m sharing a bed with this newness.
‘I don’t yet know who I am.’
‘You’re many things.’
Thank you for reading,
H.A. Laine
