Some days I am 

just 

a shell of myself – 

peeling at the edges,

dull and crinkled

like linen left out in the sun

for too long,

like my fire was carved out of me

leaving a hollow hole.

no one tells you 

how it is supposed to go,

remember

why you are here,

remember

you are not alone,

when the world no longer

feels like home,

come back to yourself,

remember

how it feels to be whole.