idk it's something

from pinterest, yo

i wipe the wooden table quietly,
and feel my heart trembling.
the rumble reaching my throat,
so i let out a quiet sigh.

i've spent too many nights
staying up too late, late.
overthinking even though
i am too exhausted to even
be thinking at all.

but i listened to the wind outside
(it is occasionally warm
enough to keep the window
open for the night)
and the trees gently rustling.

there was a soft voice
on the horizon, telling me
that everything, dear one,
everything will be okay.

i laugh a couple tears, and wipe
my cheeks before anyone sees.
the table is the same color of the
dirt in which i planted an apple tree.

(it sprouted up today,
and i felt something change in my chest.
everything will be okay.
the harmony to those words
is still ringing through my veins.)