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Amanda N Skaggs Apr 2020
A Breeze stirs the tree.
This ripe leaf unfurling soon.
Reveal a new side.
temporary Jun 2018
My sentences get rambled up.

They make sense up there, but not once they're down here. They lose their "umph", their clarity, their ingenuity. Some too short, some too long. Never comfortable or natural in my mouth but perfect and unflawed in that glorious thought bubble.

But I'm learning to say it all anyway. Despite uncertainty, despite unoriginality, despite "perfectness". Because the biggest "despite" I've come to learn is myself.
Been feeling lately that I shouldn't say things and try things because they aren't correct or original. But so what if it's correct or not.
chiasa Jan 2018
You found me
I was whole
But still amiss
Happy
With all the 'yets'
Here you are
Filling me up
I was full
And so are you
We overflow.
My cheeks
Have never recovered
From all the bliss,
When you said
You found me.
Got a new room.

— The End —