'moving on'
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tock continues to tick and takes this train
hostage; loops, speeds, nearly tips
the conductor hangs with one hand
Gripping the footplate for dear life,
sometimes
the hardest jump
is into shallow water
because you know that
you’ll be ever so safe
but it leaves you
wondering
From destruction, comes Life
When one door closes, another door opens
I spent to long holding on
I spent to long crying
Now today, my other door opened
I found someone to help me move on
She had a smile like the sun;
I would do much
To feel its warmth upon me again.
She would always feed the birds;
The joy she felt, I heard
Just from looking up to her eyes.
Dear Class of 2018,
High School is supposed to be the best years of your life. I hope that’s not true.
Hey Fear,
What’re you still doin’ here?
I told you to go
Cause you always bring me down
So
low –
A simple question’s all it takes
To make my hands shake
Like my life’s at stake
This isn't a letter of bitter regret
This isn't a letter I thought I would send
But sitting here now, after it all
Feeling unwanted, feeling so small,
Dear,AFFLICTION
I’m GLOWING UP and GROWING UP.
That may upset most, and make many envy.
Some may say “oh she’s acting new” or “she think she pretty”
Never that honey.
Honestly, this has always been there.
White teeth,
dig into cherry red lips,
trickling down with crimson blood.
Rough hands,
pound through chipped walls,
“ CINDERELLA!!!”
“ CINDERELLA!!!!!!”
“ CINDERELLA !!!!!!!”
Here our heroine lies
On the floor for the daiy cries
Little by little I'm learning to swim In this silent ocean made of endless dropsA drop, a memory, a fragment of myselfThey surround each stroke, as I hope not to stop
I’m moving on,
From who you made me,
I’m looking ahead to a new life,
To each and every discovery.
I’ll never be enough for you,
I awoke to find my passion was driven away.
The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay.
An engineer I am to be or so I thought -
The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
From sand in my toes
to scarf coverd nose
year long summer
to 9 month winter
family
to friends
from love
to education
Florida
to Chicago
Childhood
Adult
And at last-
I am breathing.
It is labored
and it mourns
what could have been,
but-
I am breathing.
And you are no longer my oxygen.
The words hang heavy
Heavy
Like rain clouds.
A lot like rain clouds.
Saying them
lifts a weight off you.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
Like how when the rain is released
I'm afraid
I'm afraid of my own voice
I'm afraid of my own mind
I'm afraid to express my love
even though it's one of a kind
I baptized in diluted water
Changed my voice to appear harder
