Running in shadows
sprinting in darkness
We hide our true selves
away from ourselves
How can we expect anyone
to find us?

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Image from Pixabay by analogicus

She organized her dreams
An armanda
In glass vials
Conscious unconsciousness
Row down the stream
Sail the Euphrates
Pacific battleship
She lifts one with dust
Dark tar liquid
For the endless journey

Returned to the shelf
She says
Not today

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Image from Pixabay by AJEL

She woke on a normal Friday
To see all her dreams come true
Donuts served every meal
And enough of the maple ones too.

But the joy turned to horror next day
As she woke to the 13th once more
And donuts, once stuff of dreams
Became an endless nightmare.

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The journey is the destination
A means to an end
The end is the means
The process not the product
The learning not the test
But does that mean I’ve reached it?
Can I set down my burden
And rest my weary feet?
Is the destination I must seek Here within my reach?

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

I stand atop
This mountain
And look back
O’er the perilous canyons I’m bridging.
But this is
Not my journey’s end
For I’ve only just begun
To feel the healing waters I’m seeking.

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In an empire of my own making
Brick by brick there’s no one breaking
In the mortar, set and baking
My soul sits, it’s not for taking
Out you go I am forsaking
Entrance or exit in firm and quaking
Ground me down alone and aching

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

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Image by @nne

The barren trees
Touch the sky
The gravity
By which we
An atlas of the seasons
Writ upon their soul
They know
What fate will come
And go.

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Image by Pexels from Pixabay

My head
A violin scroll
Turn the tuning keys
Until I play in perfect pitch
Perfect isn’t good enough
So you turn
And twist
I snap
My neck shattered on the floor
How can my broken strings play now?

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I sip jasmine tea as Mother tells us she sold the family home, with everything in it, and is moving to Florida.
My sister wails.
What about our home, memories, things, family?
Don’t you care?

I keep the fragrant teacup to my lips to keep from saying, “What a relief.”

Image by Terri Cnudde from Pixabay

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The mask I wear
Pulls down the muscles of my face.
When I try to remove it, I discover it’s stuck in place.

Image from Pixabay by geralt

How did you graft this identity
Onto the very soul of me?

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Will the flood engulf me?
Will I drown?
I’m afraid.
There’s nothing to fear.
Because, my precious one, you can breathe underwater.

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Image by changelinks from Pixabay

I wasn’t supposed to have children
So someone explain to me please
Why I sit with this babe in my arms
The child of my child
Free from all harm
Of the genes that could be
Through my family tree
Passed down to those little
Versions of me
Someone tell me
How can this be?

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I didn’t want to wear the dress
It’s restricting
I want
I didn’t want to wear the dress
Girls wear dresses
I want
To be with the boys
I didn’t want to wear the dress
You made me wear it
You broke me
With a navy blue ribbon
A white lapel
Stole my spirit

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Image by Sergei Tokmakov from Pixabay

The water
One breath away from burning
Vapors rise
My body breaks the surface
Dive deep
Deeper than the bottom of the bathtub
So deep
He can’t reach me
So deep
The scalding water cleanses me of his touch
I surface for air
Hope comes
fills my lungs

I escape,
a mermaid