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 Aug 2024 Belinda S Richmond
Lyla
Patience is a word
That I had never cared for
Until I met you
I cannot pour myself into you,
And expect to receive myself back
I cannot pour myself into you,
If you are not there anymore
I cannot pour myself into you,
And for the next 12 hours I won't
I cannot pour myself into you,
But I want to
I love you, I'm sorry
Heart is racing, skin on fire
Jittering buzzing pacing cussing
Hair is wild, eyes look crazy
Shaking crying mumbling breathing
Face is wet, chest is pounding
Screaming running hiding sobbing
Keep it all inside
The best I can
I'll write you a letter
That you'll never see,
I hope to feel better,
Go back to being me
It's written in invisible ink
With tears splattered on the pages
So I can never go back and think
I could have made all the right changes
What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
 Aug 2024 Belinda S Richmond
Phia
Some days are good days
Some days are bad days
Some days I simply exist
I live for the in between
i never felt so much
healing

until today
i took a walk in the forest
and came out
taller than the trees
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