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When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
 Oct 2014 breanna neal
Monkey
Here I am again
In this room
Completely dark
Completely silent
Completely empty
I don't know anything
All I can think of is her
The way she abandoned me
Collected all my value
And left
She took my light away
She took my air with her
She took everything
And now i'm empty
It's amazing how such actions from one specific person
Could influence you more than anything else
So often at this time of year we hear
What some never have the chance to say.
"If I only had that grade, then life would be clear"
And we forget that many could only dream of that day.

They dream of the day they could go to school
While we whine about our 89.999999's
They pray for the money to become a jewel
While we whine about our lack of Bevo bucks for Starbucks.

"Please Lord! If I could only get an A." I just heard
From the girl to my right, talking to her friend.
Which makes me wonder what I'd prefer;
To whine over what I don't have, or to rejoice in what's far more important in the end.

She says "I wish I had an A."
While I am no better, "I wish I was passing."
While the little boy says "I wish I could get a career someday."
Which brings my mind crashing.
[composed on 5/3/12]
We don't know what say the clock,
For we are too busy, we are alone.
We know not where we walk
'Till we look up from our phones.

How, then, are we to see where our lives are headed?
How, then, are we to see that we are embedded?

What I saw; it's not as I once knew.
What I practiced; it's not how I once grew.
I stood as a growing, but bending tree.
Only to be awakened by a strange and different breeze.

I go now to plant my roots elsewhere,
I go now in search of a different air.
My fellow trees, I hope, will still be within reach,
That our branches' bonds will not grow weak.

I pray that He leads me with His staff,
That I will listen to His will for me.
I hope that I will not be like the chaff,
But instead, by streams of a new water, be like the tree.
[composed on February 26, 2012, revised on March 22, 2012]
This was written soon after I left a church group I found to be unhealthy for me.

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