Shoe Box Illusions

Sometimes midnight is only 7:15And blue hand print bruisesAre only charred yellow bone dustSometimes I see the scars like Pandora’s Box but they only exist in a suitcase You gave me knit sweaters and necklaces and songs but I wore them as safety goggles Im trying to show the world why Im not sorry for thatBut it is leaving pinched unpretty on theBridge of my noseI see myself holding universes on the Tip of my nose I still dont know why I see body shell and blue All at the same time But I do see something beautiful in itNever in my life have I seen Black roses or bear claw shadow puppets But Im youngAnd I realize the farther I Stand from goggle games the moreTime Im making for that But Im not afraidAt least not hereMiles and months away The last time I said Im sorry is technically a month ago todayBut I see galaxies full ofGraveyard between mySoul and yours I Have given up trying to Show there is Nothing sad about that Let them mourn the me that crumpled in Paper fingers let them pityAnd pick broken glass out of the Love for whom I Needed a shield My story is too big for small Scar extra details  Let me tell you the times I saw theFace and the moon and criedLet me show you whatI see in the lightningBugs standing on my skinCome see how beautiful it is Leave everything under the wind  By: Amanda Klarin

This poem is about: 
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