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Looking behind me To my speckled map: Paths I've traveled Treasures plucked Darkened days, Complete Mind-fuck'd. Recollect the eyes That've met my hazels, The hands and finger tips Signatures on my soul, How love felt like wings (Or like sinking in a sinkhole). There are thirty years Or 11,299 days That feel like bricks in a bag. Some are light Some are sad. At the bottom of the bag Are four bricks I cannot reach The beginning years As a new earthling. The other twenty six Contain seven light weight bricks: Years of joy and laughter Of friendship and love Years of belonging And stories thereof. The rest of the bricks: Nineteen Are labeled lonely and Dark and heavy and Soaking wet (if bricks can be that) With salt water tears. So many so many years. So here I stand At life's rest stop no less To unpack these bricks My shoulders bare indents That breath as I undress Because the bricks are my story But armor I wear as well. My heart thuds thuds thuds Within my protected Chest citadel. Unleash and unload Review and reconcile Ask myself if ANY OF THIS Is ******* worthwhile. I need to stay at this stop 'N take time to ponder Before I resume My lonely wander. I need to learn to love you, Solitary life. Then I will succumb To be your wife.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
bricks in a bag
Looking behind me To my speckled map: Paths I've traveled Treasures plucked Darkened days, Complete Mind-fuck'd. Recollect the eyes That've met my hazels, The hands and finger tips Signatures on my soul, How love felt like wings (Or like sinking in a sinkhole). There are thirty years Or 11,299 days That feel like bricks in a bag. Some are light Some are sad. At the bottom of the bag Are four bricks I cannot reach The beginning years As a new earthling. The other twenty six Contain seven light weight bricks: Years of joy and laughter Of friendship and love Years of belonging And stories thereof. The rest of the bricks: Nineteen Are labeled lonely and Dark and heavy and Soaking wet (if bricks can be that) With salt water tears. So many so many years. So here I stand At life's rest stop no less To unpack these bricks My shoulders bare indents That breath as I undress Because the bricks are my story But armor I wear as well. My heart thuds thuds thuds Within my protected Chest citadel. Unleash and unload Review and reconcile Ask myself if ANY OF THIS Is ******* worthwhile. I need to stay at this stop 'N take time to ponder Before I resume My lonely wander. I need to learn to love you, Solitary life. Then I will succumb To be your wife.
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DblNickel
30/F/Tennessee
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
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