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Benita Dalby Oct 2021
Sometimes I wish I knew
how to break through.

In the moment I become frozen,
wishing to put the wheels in motion.

Crumbling under heavy shoulders,
some days it feels like I’m moving a boulder.

On these days I spend time with me,
I do not mean to be an absentee

I listen to my body and mind,
slow down and take a moment to unwind.
Talarah Shepherd May 2014
Least of all to embody walls
Built with gloss for human thralls
A box taken shape of its container
Like water soft at first erosion

Filled with the love the cosmos needs
Tinder to the sweat I squeeze
Solely to see beauty in my motion
That this **** mirror glass view makes me

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