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long hours of hope
she waits at the door ever hopeful that someone might return after the ground shook and the sky grew red even then maybe
Posted in 365days2012, Bianca's Poems
Tagged death, family, freedom, hope, pain, poetry, war
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deceptively gentle
i never hear it coming so focused on the light the shadows creep unnoticed beneath my feet a green haze tingeing the edges as the shutter closes until the clock strikes and the body found so willing only the day … Continue reading
Posted in 365days2012, Bianca's Poems
Tagged color, depression, health, medication, pain, poetry
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8 years in 30 minutes
seeing the buildings and streets made me remember us young and stupid as all kids are thinking we knew everything walking the roads at night between our apartments meeting your friends at the bar and laughing so hard our faces … Continue reading
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Tagged journey, love, memories, pain, passion, poetry
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anticipation
could my heart beat any faster can my skin contain all of the pressure the mind is a powerful thing able to calm and comfort but also to frighten and aggravate the tempest within me rages at confinement looking for … Continue reading
two steps forward, one step back
continually broken always healing the slow crawl toward being whole will take a lifetime
open mind
can’t imagine what it must feel like to never worry how your body will react when the winds shift no concern for the color of the sky the silence between buildings the drip of water falling steadily you don’t notice … Continue reading
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Tagged detachment, health, pain, poetry, silence, touch
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so independent now
i fell and scraped my hand today and as i watched the blood well the child inside me cried out “mommy! kiss and make better!”
gauntlet
a little pain change in abundance flipping everything until self is buried lost in the depths daily gasping as a new wave rolls layers added until you scream