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Poetry

At Five

Sometimes

I feel five.

Like the world is big

and I am small.

And there are kids all around

bigger than me,

louder,

scarier,

bolder than this softness

that folds me

like tissue.

(No one else folds like tissue.

Just me.)

The softness of me at five

lingers;

a scent

(like lavender)

on the breeze

of my soul.

The softness of me.

The softness of me.

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Poetry

All That I Am

Today, I begin the school of life again.

I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown.

I am afraid.

I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid—

the beautiful tendril in the clouds,

the sweet surrender of a long resisted kiss.

I am the quiet that takes each step with me.

I am the longing I leave at the gate.

I am the breath this new life fills me with.

I am

all that I am,

and always will be.

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Poetry

Alleyways

Slinking down alleyways,

thrilled by the rippling dark.

Black

upon white, cold

stone.

Daisies tilt their heads:

smile.

Axes bite into crimson bone,

dwelling in the corners

of the corners.

Pure.

Devilish.

A curious mix.

Grace breathes life

into fire.

Life breathes fire

into grace.