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Little Bear Aug 2016
i hope i'm not too much
and i hope i'm not too little
i just wish to be enough
and land somewhere
in the middle
constant anxiety makes you feel you can be too much for your friends to deal with and, at the same time, you feel you are no where near enough. But true friends will eat your porridge anyway lol...

i know..that was terrible..  

haha and i'm not even sorry :o) **
Little Bear Aug 2016
in the most beautiful way
he was there

for when i silently cried
for when i smiled
for when i had
no words
to say

for when i had
no words
left
in me
and none to
give away

for when
my heart
whispered
it's secrets

and for each
and every word
i could not utter

he was listening

and
in my silence

he heard me
still
Little Bear Aug 2016
The size of the world
never changes
and yet
there are times
when it feels
so very big,
or maybe
it's just me,
feeling so
incredibly
small,
so
incredibly
small  
that i wonder
if I might slip
through the cracks..
and disappear
entirely
Little Bear Aug 2016
in his love
my spirit softened
like a fragrant balm
had been soothed
over the raging storm
of my disquieting
thoughts,
within my soul
the storm
had been quelled
and a stillness
fell about
my feet
like autumn leaves
softly
silently
covering the ground
blanketing
that
which i always wished
would swallow me
whole
Little Bear Aug 2016
I hold my breath
with the last
of your words
forever
in my lungs

reciting your love
as if a chant
a comfort
for those of us
who find ourselves
lost
hoping my exhale
does not
break the spell
Little Bear Aug 2016
i've been trying to explain this
my whole life
and one day
i will finally find
the right words

i am not going to stay

i will always find a way to fly
always find a way

i am sunlight
but never the sun

i will never be something
you can hold
always finding a way
to let go

my roots need air
not earth

to be held above water
is to drown

something in my heart
tells me
i will never belong

to anyone

one day
i am a flower
and at night
i will close my petals
opening the next sunrise
to have my clocks
float away

i will always
grow in the meadow
wild
where i can live
and die
on the summer breeze

i am not going to stay
i will always
want to be free
Little Bear Aug 2016
You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying.
Like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global
warming or asteroids, but you never take time to imagine
the impossible:

Maybe you survive.

The Ninth Doctor
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