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Poetry

Like I am

Deep within my heart

there is a river, raging on.

And I ask this river to be careful.

‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath.

‘Sway me,

always,

never to rush me,

never demand.

Hold me carefully, river.

Hold me carefully,

I am not like the others

made of brick and bone

and steel.

I am only like I am.

I am only like I am.

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Poetry

For Love

People call them

boundaries.

I just call them walls.

To keep the love in.

Or out.

I could use a boundary

or two.

But what would I be

if it wasn’t for love?

What would I be

if it wasn’t

for love?

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Life

Lonely Soul

I choose a day of wonder

of shine

of love.

I choose a day beyond the never ending

notion

that I belong at the heals of another.

I choose myself, now.

I choose the people who care for my heart

like it is their very own sun.

See beyond the bend of your path

and you will find the rainbow of me.

See no further than the ties that bind you

and you will remain in the dimly lit room

of your lonely soul.