I.S.

There has to be a balance that one can love you but not have to carry you, bc in any relationship, one gets tired of being the Sherpa

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I am all but the flower you once slaughtered
After your lashings both from the hand that used to hold mine and the tongue that gifted me my name,
I am less than the fragments you once left
I am more than burnt I am ash
I am not yet dead
As new life grows upon me
Mold
I am mold and mold and mold
I am what you created but now mourn
I am what you have gifted me with your hopes and you lashings
I am a flower who yearns to grow but only shrinks
Who only poisons

-a daughter 

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Words cannot explain how you leave me stuck in

Awe, or how my 

Love for you is unfailing but stuck deep within me, like a turtle afraid to peak its head out after a punishing storm. You are as 

Lovely as the tranquil wind chimes teaching the grasses beyond the porch how to sway to its melodious tunes. You are the feeling of cool 

Air on my back on a sunny day, as I’m surrounded by dandelions and Beatles. You are the feeling of when a grasshopper lands on my knee,   dazed by its busy day. Your

Clouds make me happy, not for the gray days but for the comfort found in the rain, experiencing what gives us life and the growth that comes from it. One cannot appreciate warmth without its contrary occurrence. I want to

Experience all parts of life with you, I want you rain or shine.

Acrostic

I feel like a cat, chasing my Russian identity in the form of a feather at the end of a stick. Taunted as I go in circles, occasionally giving up from exhaustion or in response to the mockery. 

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