WET HAIR | PAINT & POETRY BY SAMANTHA CLARK

samantha clark wet hair paint poetry


Wet Hair

I don’t mind that my hair is still wet from yesterday’s swim,
that my journal is thick with half-finished prose,
that sand has made its home in every corner of my abode and belongings.

I care only that I’m growing.

Only that I’m living in love.

Only that I wake each day
and spend it as God intended.
For me.

For me.

So then I can wake for others.

 

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