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#twentyone
The Box…by Jessie 9/06 I am here but not alert, as I walk in unison with five more Stiff, ridged, eyes front Rain drops fall and with each pelt, a ripple of consciousness In my hand and in their hands, a box In the box we carry hope and despair, past and present, fear and bravery The weight is heavy; it is not because of the solidness of what is inside It’s because of the responsibility and emotional heaviness it represents Rain and tears blend together Release the box, heavy still Slowly lowered, time stands still Words of little comfort spoken Shots of startling respect, twenty-one in all Feral the flag, a handful of dirt, cast into the beckoning hole A hole in the ground, a hole in the heart Say goodbye to the brother, the father, the husband and son Freedom’s a heavy price to pay, paid in blood Heavy yesterday, heavy tomorrow, heavy today
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
The Box
i'm 21; yet my mind is still flying away to the countryside to dance with the lark under the meadow bridge
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
21
here's to embracing my youth here's to figuring out what i want here's to being who i want to be here's to my first birthday with my best friend gone here's to finally being okay here's to twenty-one
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
twenty-one