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Skyla GM Jul 13
Starfish, starfish
in the sea,
can you see
the things I see?

Little waves may
come and go,
but happier days
I'll never know.

Look, look—
a feathered friend
bends its neck
and lifts its head,

flies away
across the sea—
it sees much more
than I see.
Skyla GM Jul 13
If the stars decide to shine tonight,
wake me up—
so I can see
something beautiful
within
all this darkness.

If only stars could heal broken souls...
but even if
they can't,
I will still
whisper
all of my
secrets and sorrows
to the little lights
who dare to shine
in all this darkness.
Skyla GM Jul 12
Limbo sits with me like a friend.
I wish I never knew her,
but she made the first introduction.

At a time when
the rest of my life betrayed me,
and that life left me-
gasping for some form of function.

That's when Limbo came to find me.

So now I sit with Limbo,
and she tells me spiraling stories
of things I've thought of many times before—
again and again and again.

Limbo doesn’t listen very well,
and she isn't very helpful.
She follows me around, everywhere I go.

Telling me-
I can’t go back, I know I can’t,
but everything forward seems
like broken glass.

And so Limbo and I sit
on bus stop benches, waiting
for direction.

We sit with family on holidays,
passing around overcooked chicken.

We sit at our office chairs, wishing we were anywhere but there

We sit in an awful, unsettled rhythm—
Limbo and I,
Limbo and me.
Skyla GM Jul 12
I think Jesus may just love
the atheist
more than you.

When was the last time
you admitted
your indifference
to the
suffering and sickness?

If I find more love and grace
in the face of sinful places
then where is God
in your
"holy places"?
Skyla GM Jul 11
How many privileged white dudes
does it take to silence
a woman?

For me, it took five.
Five.

Ben.
Austin.
Danny.
Seth.
Keith.

They told me:
Clench your teeth.
Seal your lips.
Never speak
“disrespectfully.”

They think we women
are like weeds,
sprouting where we shouldn’t be,
unruly in cracked sidewalks,
unwelcome in their polished gardens.

Cut me down.
Poison me.

But know this:
when you cut a ****,
you scatter seeds—
and they will grow,
quietly,
loudly,
across centuries.
Skyla GM Jul 11
I want to make a statement,
A record,
A public declaration.

I want to speak
Words that can’t be stolen,
Words that can’t be painted over.

I want to say
What needs to be said,
The truths I hope
Will be heard.

Because I tried everything else—
I tried to speak softly,
Quietly, privately,
And watched each word
Denied, disguised, justified

Watched as my character
Was picked apart,
My voice locked up
With the truths I tried to share.

Now I am restless
With this need—
A desire that will not let me go
Until I make my statement,
My record,
My public declaration.
Skyla GM Jul 4
Who are you?
And what have you done-
with me?
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