Finding Solace

to the girl made in love’s image

there is grace in being lost

you are a simple sigh and a wandering mind

you travel across planes and dimensions 

but nothing is ever lost

only transformed

sacrifice some more

see what you get

you, the girl with the crystal eyes

and the crystal mind

you crystallize 

hearts harden

and lights grow dim

loss of touch

loss of home

to the girl who cries alone:

you’re stuck, rigid and stone-cold

you see what’s possible

and the yearning only grows

finding solace in a warm mug of tea

you wish you could be more,

a fearless flier

strong and unafraid

to the girl who holds tight to her inhibitions:

one day you’ll find your freedom

until then,

the world keeps turning 

and you’ll keep turning with it.

By Maira Romanov

Williamette U student, avid playlist maker, lover of all things creative, and a firm believer in the power of random acts of kindness