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Amanda Aug 2020
Somebody told me
wounds are healed by time, but mine
are time travelers.
My wounds are time travelers, elusive to the healing process. Or at least that's how it feels sometimes.
Amanda Aug 2020
And then I saw it,
At dusk, beating its small wings.
A guest from heaven.
My grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and today would've been her 88th birthday. She loved hummingbirds. I saw one today, at dusk, while talking on the phone with my aunt. It felt like a sign from her that she was okay, and that's she with me.
Amanda Jun 2020
Take a photograph,
Let it develop slowly,
Patience is virtue.
Amanda Jun 2020
Bleeding from my lips,
breathing in tortuous love
when I'm all alone.
Amanda May 2020
Sometimes the past comes
and its earth-shattering sound
vibrates through your skull.
Amanda May 2020
Finding ways to heal
It takes time and reflection
Isolation helps.
Amanda Mar 2020
To paint?
To write?
To make a cup of coffee
in the broad morning light?

To sing?
To create?
To have something tangible
created in the wake?

Of tragedy
Of plague
Of a sickness we aren't sure we have
we quarantine because reason is vague?
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