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Mosaic
They say these years are where you find yourself—but mind yourself, they don’t tell you where to look. I tried to search in mirrors, but I fear they seem far fiercer when scattered scars and freckles are the only baited hooks. I’ve watched the windows of my soul to catch a glimpse beyond their gates, but the eyes that watched me back were quick to bicker and deceive.
Baby Feet
Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep. Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries.
Lost Thoughts
Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay?
I Am Love
I’m yesterday born; I’m a thousand years aged. I’m a song just composed and a hundred times played. I’m as loud as thunder and as soft as a whisper. I’m your best friend’s face and the smile of your sister.
Crack in the Clouds
In a desolation that’s fraught with danger, here I stand alone, a stranger. In this land not my home, I’m sent as a minister; yet from the ground to the sky, nature is sinister.
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