Roar

By: Sabrina Herrmann

Yesterday the sun was finally thick enough to swim in, as if you could place a boat in it and coast.

I want to wear it like my favorite sweater and carry it in my backpack. I want to hold it in the palm of my hand a take a bite out of it like an apple.

I am finally a woman who learned how to feed herself – light, bread, curiosity.

Sometimes you don’t realize you’re famished until you’ve had a proper meal.

That’s when your heart really starts to roar. Once it realizes what it has been missing.

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Sabrina Herrmann is an emerging writer who just completed an independent study at Gotham Writers Workshop in New York City. She graduated from New York University with a BS in Business and is applying to MA programs to study English Literature. Her work has been featured in Wingless Dreamer, Poets Choice, and The Closed Eye Open. She resides in Bentonville with her family and miniature dachshund.