New Apartment
An ode to my sacred space
I spent the last 14 months moving from basement to basement, couch to couch. For the first time in my adult life I was experiencing housing insecurity. I handled it tough, but it was rough.
I’m 30, ain’t I supposed to have my shit together?
Business doing better than ever, but still no place to call my own…until now.
I decided to write a little poem about it.
You wanna read it?
In the future I will have visions of you
About how I birthed some of my greatest manifestations in you
Sage smoke clearing the old, welcoming the new
In you, I Am free to BE
Naked.
Peace of mind is where I lay my head
View of God out of every window
Grounded on wood floors
In the bathroom mirror I see the highest versions of my Self
You make me feel like I’m the shit, even when I look like shit, feel like shit, feel like I ain’t got shit
I got you.
Pretty price for heaven
I won’t struggle to pay for your comfort and love
In you, I become
I ascend.
Really fuck with you, cause you let me smoke in you
I am home in me inside of you
I Am so grateful for you,
New apartment.
©I’m No Miss Cleo
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Buy me a plant…to put in my new apartment🌱
