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just
like wildflowers
blooming in the
setting sun

I cannot
control
how I choose to
grow
Every time
we are apart
I learn how to be alone
again

I am thankful for
slow sunny days
repairing my
independence

just so I can
pretend I am ok
with missing you
Michael Murphy May 2023
Diary, journal
Recorded thoughts
eternal

Private, locked
Sifted feelings
blocked

Ink  smears
On pages
tears

Memory recorded
Life neatly
ordered
Does keeping a diary lead to writing poetry?
It is a warm summer night
I am 8 years old
My bare feet are stained
Caliche rock white
A remnant
Of hide-and-seek
I am alone
In my room
My sisters and cousins
Are playing games
In the room next to mine
My family is outside
Papa's laugh
Infectious
Through the open windows
The scent of barbecue
Permeates the air
I am still full on sopapillas
Shared with Mimi
After soccer practice
And smuggled candy
It is a warm summer night
I am 8 years old
And I am happy

©KNL
We were lost under
an athenian skyline
and for the first time
in forever
I didn’t want to be found.
Nasus Apr 2023
It’s never too late to start,
Every day and every moment,
An opportunity
For a fresh new perspective,
All you need to do is change your thoughts
As thoughts become things.
What is your thought?
Is your thought hindering or helping you?
Is it coming from a place of fear or love?
Love is the ONLY answer
Choose love! 💗
soft heart
soaks up loss
a sponge
to be rung out
used again
again
again

©KNL
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