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 Aug 2020 Denver
Roro
Sweet melting ice cream
Sunrise beamed in blue and pink
Snowflakes drizzling, a silent scream
Soft pillows for her cheek to sink
Scents filling her nose like a sweet stream
Lying in her same bed
Eyes open but not awake
Senseless to her frozen core
Not sure if it’s all fake
Her reality now a distant dream
Memories of the world she made, erased
The rainbow sprinkled donut that was her life
She couldn’t recognize or taste
Derealization can make someone feel the world and life they built around them is not real, like living in a hazy dream in an unrecognizable place.
 Aug 2020 Denver
M Cannon
Happy
 Aug 2020 Denver
M Cannon
She’s happy.

Her eyes are as bright as
Sunrise on the morning dew so
You can’t see the sorrow
They hide.

Her voice is as gentle as
A new mother’s careful touch so
You can’t hear the pain
She cries at night.

Her heart is as generous as
A dying man’s final wish so
You can’t tell it’s hand stitched back together
With threads of disappointment.

She’s happy...
But only so you can’t see
That all she really is
Is numb.
You know that
There are always
Stars
Even when the clouds
Are most dense
But they will always
Go away eventually
Sometimes you have to
Stop
And remember things
Like these
The little steps
Seem like
No steps at all
Living a life
Maybe not truly living at all
That seems
To stand still
Everyone, Everything
Moving
Catching up
Seemingly impossible
The little steps
seem like
no steps at all
living a life that
seems to
stand still
everyone; everything
moving
catching up
seemingly
impossible
small windows blink back
the faint breath of ice

a touch

a twinge

a fire in the garden
hurled by autumn
winds whipping bends
through mountain clouds
sparking too-bright
to think

that something
could be wrong

or missing

or more than
we deserve
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