Rest

The door rests off its hinges
Confiscated for slamming
The shouting rests in silence
After help was met with anger
My weary soul rests in bed
And I pray to have the strength for tomorrow


©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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