Someone Somewhere Maybe: Poems

by Sophie Diener

I learned that writing could make me feel better. And I liked to feel better.

But I get my degree and rent a house in the city and everything turns out okay.

Your feelings are not right or wrong; they just are. They exist. Acknowledge them. Invite them in for tea. Send them on their way when you are ready.

I saw my reflection in the glass door, and she said she loves me, and I said it back.

Remember all the things you swore you could not do that you still did. Remember all the goals you barely let yourself set that you’ve met.