i’ve lost where i end and
she begins

on the surface, it is true
i love, i see, i dance, i move
we breathe, we laugh
she listens and waits
as i sleep, and i wake
still in disbelief
still afraid

the grass curls around my
pacing feet
and kisses my heels
as i apologize for breaking
her bones

i beg to be weightless
i beg to be free
of the burden of
not knowing
the things i don’t see

i beg for her to watch
how hard i am trying-
but my fear of dying
leaves me wilting
into the ground

please plant a garden over me
step gently over my body
ill try to grow into something beautiful

i swear i won’t make a sound
i swear that ill be content
as long as you’re around

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the importance of death -
i am reminded each spring
as the Earth awakens
and stretches her arms
gently caressing my sides

the importance of loss -
as it brings flowers like soft clouds
on the trees around town

it is now that she speaks to me
most clearly
like my mother,
my creator,
my body,
all one.

i feel the trees breathing
i hear them talk of colours they’d rather be
and places they would go
if they had my feet

i hear them talk of the
empathy we lack
the forgotten kinship
our disconnect from the seasons
our disguises and aching backs

but i’ve never once seen fear in their eyes
because even without our love
the stars come out at night
and the trees continue to bloom
every spring
with or without you

I found a place,
I found a home.
Within these halls
I can freely roam.

I heard the whispers
and endless calls;
I found a home
inside these walls.

Where letters roam
these open doors;
I let my voice
flow evermore.

A shelter from the outside storm.
A shelter where I found a home.
A place to share my love for poems.
A place where I can freely roam.

Kiss my bloodied lips before you go.
Remember darling, you reap what you sow.
I gave you that warning a few years ago.
So what's coming to you, you already know.
Now close your eyes and hold on tight.
I'll make it quick when I put out your light.
When you are gone, I might shed some tears.
Remembering back, we had some good years.
You chose a new ally, you made a mistake.
It won't take you long to realise he's fake.

Poetry by Kaydee

It’s been too long
since I wrote
& by writing I mean for me
not so another human can fawn
over my words
but so that I can feel
each emotion being poured
into a hand crafted image

It’s been too long
since I stopped
to really think
& be present
in my skin
& my heart
I forgot what I was like
when I stripped all else
away