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Sometimes I feel like I'm in the dirt, literally moving
through the pebbles, little—can’t do anything right Chrissy. Not perfect, gotta
work twice as hard & yet still makes mistakes that people can laugh at; Chrissy.
I'm trying to push through these pebbles, past the debris
that's found its way into my home. I'm trying to get from point A to point B
without eluting that I am prey on the move.
I knew how she might
remembered the first time
a good story became his name,
a prayer
where it's safe. Lost his
since of balance. I'll
remember his heart, who
would dare worry beneath love was-- a surprise--
everything that the storm lifted up
it left behind.
the mirror thought
It made her, the
wait until home
it knew that the worse looked
hard enough,
the yarning
for the instant
located the answer, your voice
isn't back yet--
Do ya need me
to leave a message?
Sorry, I
Didn't hear a word you said.
I wasn't born
to tell him
my question
to become a--
woman,
the bright read journey
the sudden awareness,
the drumbeat
until eventually
able to stand
the powers of gravity
methodically She decided
to emerge to
her head
a reverse image of
the best of Her
that she found in Herself
When you face the force of
confidence hugging the --
the beauty of a world
reflected the
brief moment
even if only
It took
the efforts
the breath-snatching message
There's something
joyful about storms
it demands
indivudual experences
a unified sigh
where Nature
her purview
unexpectedly no apologies
needed understand & share
this singular justification,
the heart
that storm
make her own world simply
become adventures.
