Vague
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We meet by happenstance, fate
And I cannot imagine different
The way we both create
Led to our genesis
To each their own stumbling path
Set out for us by our own choosing
i want your flames.
mesmerizing and beautiful.
the smallest flicker still illuminates my mind nightly
when my mother sprained her wrist,she told me, “it’s like lying on the bathroom floor
while the world goes black.
all you can do is cry. all you can do is
I did it because I have been
trapped all my life
The air was loud, whipping past my ears,
deafening my thoughts, my doubts
No regret seeped into my soul
Hey,
It has been a while
A while since you have sat down and took a breath.
You are reading this because you feel burdened,
maybe by something self-afflicted,
maybe by a matter of circumstance.
my thoughts are pine needles
they drift into my head
and snap again,
just as easily.
they rustle in the wind
a sign of growth
when we met as fledgeling adolescents on that solstice day,
the lake was blue--
no, grey--
no,
the color of bitter
My identity is being erased
Slowly dissolved until all that’s left,
Is social debate and controversy
I am dismantled, disfigured, disgraced
You stomp on my dignity
And make jokes of my body
As long hours pull at me
And the fading light comforts
Still I wait, longing for peace
My sight grows weary
Thinking, I stutter and trip
I fold under warmth and shadows
Little girl terrified
She smiles as glittering tear drops down
All defined, labeled, and identified
She blinks as she watches them drown
Observing people through her bright eyes
I live my life so I can strive
to make a difference with an inference of the pursuit of happiness
in the american dream which gleams
brightly in the distance.
you're almost there you can almost taste it
