southern winds

Written by Sophia Curry

I long for the cool wind to be blowing in my hair. To feel my hair hitting my face at a rapid pace, like a piece of paper in the wind. That being the only thing I hear, I smell the cigarette smoke from the years of owning this car. My boots hit the ground and I feel at home. Even at a place that's been so cold and hateful, I still welcome it with a warm hug. Where the green grass scratches my legs and makes me itchy. I feel present back in this place because it reminds me of feeling raw. My emotions being exposed to the world for the first time, I learned what it meant to be me here, everything that shaped me happened here. And although I still feel resent for this room and this home, I somehow still feel secure and safe.