Poetry: elves

By: natasha aidoo

i didn’t think i would make it

but i did!

breakfast with cherries and butterflies

in the midst of colours

birds as soundtrack of an achievement

decorated with tears

of pride

of sadness

of determination

you carry yourself

with hymns and myths

in your eyes

i’m looking for a river

my schedule says

sunday will be the day

the breeze will take me there

i catch the wind

and sing with relief

i have no fear

in those instants

i exist beyond

infinity

some days

i blossom

and

others i curl up

in my

anxiety tries to linger.

i ground myself

relying

in magical worlds

where

elves and fairies

invite me for drinks

that taste

of relief

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natasha aidoo: Italian of Ghanaian descent. A political science and sociology PhD candidate in Florence. In love with music, visual arts, and literature. Interested in feminist, decolonial knowledge and practices. Often found outdoors and/or lost in TV series and films. Words are where she’s at home