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 Mar 2015 Julie Butler
Devon Webb
I would paint
the whole world
your favourite colour
I'm not saying you're inadequate, but
someone will always be better than you
the moment you decide you are not good enough
note to self
you've quite the way of stopping
people right along their tracks
it doesn't matter where they are
'cause you’re not coming back
you settle into someone
‘til the lessons are dissolved
and all that’s left is knowledge you would rather not involve
if everything you're leaving had a place inside your head
you'd have to travel wisely
with a map you've never read
and what could you have learned
had you made time to understand
you're not the only human
holding nothing in your hand
perhaps it is uncommon
to believe you're not alone
but what do you become when
you're a person on your own
you pass through peoples' lives but you claim to have your own
freckles
that look like constellations
eyes
the color of a sea green ocean
bones
that sprout wildflowers between them
but a mind
that is torn apart
identical
to her heart
and she does not
cannot
will not
understand
that after the storm
she'll                  connect the stars
she'll                         see the crashing waves
she'll                                 feel the fields of flowers
and
she
will
be
whole
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