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Poetry

I am I

The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest.

I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so.

I need not shift to suit your understanding of reality.

I am I. Not a broken shard of perfect life.

I hear them speak labels.

Labels I am beyond.

I see their eyes of confusion; confusion arises only upon expectations unmet.

Expect nothing of me and I shall be the rainbow of life I am here to be.

Expect of me a lie and I must decline.

For I am only I.

I see as only I see.

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Poetry

Resistance

When the wind whispers

into the bones of the trees,

it is calling to say:

‘This is life as it is.

And my breath will bend you

the way that it does.’

Resistance is futile

when you’re a tree.

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Life

Life Aches

Do not look at me and tell me

that life does not ache

sometimes.

Life aches.

When life is truly

and bravely felt:

life

aches

sometimes.