41 Poem by Tori Bachue

The song of a burning room
A slow dance that finally makes sense
Watching myself walk away with you
The towers of light counting
A piece, lost and gained forever
It lasts longer
Takes me farther
Into a dream
I pray it’s not ignorance
That makes me feel
once again – free
They left me a pillow
And a little bit of solace
Though I miss the sea
It’s a new life, a new world
I don’t regret the trade I’ve made
Carried into the unknown once
Now, I’ve made it my home
Hoping it will never end.