Poet’s Corner – Being

I stop dead in my tracks and look 
up at the sky. 

It’s a good thing my hands 
are free because I can’t help but throw them 
up towards the thick, layered clouds

there’s a small opening emitting light that
seems just within my reach

I pinch it, soft, peony-petal, fragile 
like tea leaves, 
golden-blue thistle 

I stand on my toes,
stretch my arms to distend,
make myself 
longer, take up as much air 
and space as 
as I can  

reaching a little 
further, palming the glow
in my hand, skin to skin, 
sturdy as hope, I remember now 
the butterfly twitches, 
the honey-warm mold
sensation glowing through 
my swollen flesh 

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About Brittany DiGiacomo (10 Articles)
Britt DiGiacomo is a New York based writer who earned her MFA in writing from Manhattanville College. She is certified in Digital Marketing from the University of Vermont, and is the editor-in-chief for Share Journal. Her poetry and short stories have been published in various literary magazines across the way. More on me at brittdigiacomo.com & Instagram @britt.digiacomo Sharejournal.org & Instagram @share.journal