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Poetry

Isn’t It Funny

Isn’t it funny

that for a moment

you forgot how wonderful you are.

Sweet, dancing sunshine.

Isn’t it funny.

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Poetry

Permission

The song of this heart

sings

without

permission.

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Life

Wildfire

I am a wildfire.

Where the flames fan wide

and the blue ripples split

the deep orange stream.

I cannot control what is wild and free.

I cannot control

a wildfire

like me.

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Poetry

Tomorrow’s Sweet Sun

How sweet it is, dear life.

To choose better, without handing a cup of pain to another.

To know my worth and to ask equal to its value without hesitation: a true gift from the whirling, twirling invisible world of all.

I have a choice, is what life has shown me. To kindly and carefully choose a brighter day. To say thank you but no, this does not work for me.

To seek compromise fairly

or else

gracefully capture

tomorrow’s sweet sun.

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Life

Fly Free

Fly free,

sweet bird,

from the spiral mind

that cages

and twirls you.

You are beautiful

always.

How funny

that you sometimes

forget.

woman at the beach feeding the birds
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Life

Dear Heart

Dear heart,

thank you.

For singing to me

the beauty of my soul.

And having me believe

every sweet sound of it.

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Life

Who I Am

Do not tell me to be another version of me.

That I should be everything a lady should be, that I must grasp a handful of gravel without leaving a crumbling trail of dust behind.

I am human.

Dust, I know, will always fall.

And so I will take the gravel, and hold it as I do. See me. Watch with curiosity the hand that scoops and claims the fragile dust of the earth like no other.

For I am who I am.

I am. Who I am.

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Life

Fire

What do you want me to be?

I can be that, for a moment, a day

a lifetime;

I can be your sun.

Shining in all the places that make

you

feel more,

and me

feel less

than the blazing fire

that I am.

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Life

I Have Loved

I have loved like the ocean windy and wild, where the birds of my heart fly free, and the whispers of my soul meet my lover softly. Gracefully. Passionately.

I have loved like a sweet summers day, like a warm cup of milk, like a thank you for no reason. Tender. Kind. Cherished until broken.

I have loved.

I still have love.

Within.

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Life

You Are Someone

A human life is the most intricate of webs.

So uniquely woven,

so easily broken.

And may you find a day to glisten upon your weave.

May you find the clarity to see your worth,

and to know you are beautiful

and so very loved

by someone.

You

are someone.