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She climbed gently over the branch
and she rolled up her jeans
and dipped her feet in the cool water
as she watched all of nature's scenes.
She was enthused by the colors
of every reddish, golden leaf
and everything so  vivid mirrored
on the wavy water beneath.
She retrieved her book
she had next to her yellow sweater.
She enjoyed each chapter
as she enjoyed the weather.
she was not broken like the rest of us
her brokenness was all her own
and she didn't know what was scarier-
                                                        ­ being different or being alone.
part 1
she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.
part 2
she was not shattered like a mirror
she was shattered like glass
and i didn't know what was scarier-
                                                       her jagged edges or her past.
part 3
 Jan 2018 Snehith Kumbla
Alex A
It was dark
It was scary

I was weary
I felt dreary.

Then poetry came along...

A candle lighting the way
Where it leads is a mystery.
Thank you poetry.
Thank you
 Jan 2018 Snehith Kumbla
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Sing-ing
 Jan 2018 Snehith Kumbla
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Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.
a poem a day
what a way
for neuron sway

brain elastic
language plastic
a bit sarcastic

word play
what a way
to start or end a day
 Jan 2018 Snehith Kumbla
Ysa Pa
If I said I love you
Would your games end
Would God be mad
Would we still be "friends"

You told me not to fall
As you led me to an abyss
You told me not to cross the line
As you gave me a kiss

You said you didn't care
As you wiped tears off my face
You said everything bores you
As you made my heart race

You said you didn't know love
As you sang lullabies about it
You said you'd break my heart
As you cradled my every heartbeat

This confusing tug of heart
The high risk of you hurting me
That slight chance that you won't
Made me hope for a "maybe"

This playful, painful thing
Which you handled carelessly
Might not be love for you
But it is for me.
and i pray
someday
the pain
behind
your eyes
eases

that peace fades
your scars

and your heart
finds hope

dear friend
i pray someday

you learn
to live
without fighting
yourself
and the fog
lifts

but until then
i pray

here's to hoping
i keep coping
or maybe just sleep
all this away!
seven years since they put me in the mental ward
copyright 1/10/18 b. e. mccomb
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