Girl now you made it
All your successes are yours alone
All your losses are yours alone
Inside you what was empty is now full of life,
Your shadow no longer crying to eclipse the light,
All mixed together by a child’s fingers.
Good girl, bad girl, girl….
Now you made it.
You made it to a non documented life.
You’re making memories without selfies.
You’re making food for one
In a handmade life that seems threadbare to others.
To you it’s gold.
We’re beyond the yellow brick road now.
It’s still yellowish.
I’m ready to die
So fucking high on this road.
Alice Smith letter to self on the survival road. 2022. Are we there yet?