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Stephanie D May 2019
You taught me how to keep my back straight
How to believe, how to want more

You taught me how to look out for myself
To have faith, to hope

I still try to live by those tenets
Even if they are now meaningless
To endure hunger and thirst
To feed my souls with better seeds

But the soil won’t hold

The wind is refreshing
And, as with everything else
It’s a memory of something
I can’t have
May 26th, 2019
Stephanie D May 2019
Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead

Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware

But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark

If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside

I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light
May 18th, 2019
Stephanie D May 2019
May our words be enough one day
May we enjoy it while they aren’t
May 25th, 2019

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