Fearful of austerity—
scared of the sunlight
that finds what I hide.
Is it wrong to be outside the mold you’ve known?
is it bad to show myself now—
Not the girl I've outgrown?
Little bits and long phases, doors behind me closed.
wanting what once felt foreign.
naïveté does not fade into dust—
it explodes,
leaving shrapnel in the skin,
like a bullet that cannot be excised—
a piece of it
living with you
forever.
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Enthralling Metaphor and Imagery
Wise, she wades—
her limbs and hair sway
with the wind.
The wind carries her seed
as the rest of the world
waits.
Through the winter
she sleeps—
though early spring is when
her spirit seeks
the breeze.
Hope—
carries afloat
the ease at which,
the birds fly.
The summer breaks free
as the spring falls back
asleep.
She melts with the sun
but her feet lay
buried in the ground.
She has no eyes to see—
no limbs to walk free.
But her mind is still.
Yellow—
she sits.
Green her body,
and brown her ground.
See you in the spring.
I hear your perennial voice,
sing.
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A body of green
An ocean so vast and blue
Turning just for you
Haiku
Needle drops and rings
Song floats through the air and sings
Record is complete
Haiku