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Sia Harms Nov 21
Gratified storm clouds,
Rain that never stops,
Slowing its downpour—
Did all of those tears
Travel down the drains,
Through the aquaducts,
To the Earth’s core?

Has that become the
Epicenter of our world:
The Sky's Sorrow?
Sia Harms Nov 18
Unending frustration
Over the workings
Of a brain I did not
Design—and knowledge
That its shortcomings
Revolve around a reason,
One that is perfect,
And not the vacillating
Mess I condemn of it.
Why must I want to be
Anyone but the person
Under these meninges? 

I am not who think I am,
But who is that to

Begin with?
Sia Harms Nov 18
I have the shaky hands
Of a surgeon who is
Too stubborn to retire,
Continuing to work
Even as his patient
Dies on the table.
Sia Harms Nov 15
It was a sweet downpour,
Sprinkling on her nose
Like freckles. 


There was no one to watch,
No one to please,

Only Jesus.

The flowers lollygagged
And her skirt swished,
She laughed.

The sound flooded the wind,
Her palms facing up,
Nose crinkled.

She was a little girl again,
Yellow wellingtons in puddles,
Without a shadow.

It was a sweet downpour,
She spun and spun,
In nostalgia.
Sia Harms Nov 13
Arms under my head,
Folded and clasped,
With the cold concrete
Beneath my back.
The stars mirror
In my eyes, but as
I blink, I notice the red
Dots flickering on and off.
Suddenly, the sky full
Of stars is only littered
With machines and
Metal birds.
The darkness.
The city lies.
I shiver.
Sia Harms Nov 12
His face was stitched together
With Grief--a Frankenstein’s
Monster searching for his grave.
But he held it together because
Of the angel eyes that looked
Up at him as if she saw the
Tired lines and blood leaking
From his torn sutures, and
Only smiled, hugging him, and
Never mentioning the pain she
Was trying to heal with love.
The things that hold us together.
Sia Harms Nov 11
He cries with us

Even when He

Knows our tears

Are unnecessary.
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