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A chance in a moment given Time of utter importance The guts to come forward To grab the extended branch A quick evaluation Does a chance mean it's right? Step back and adjust posture Deep breath before facts Flood your thoughts A river Water flows faster than chance To see it float away Staying behind A moment in decision making A new chance will come this way (c)near_lane 7
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Chance
Writing heals if you're in pain Writing won't let your memories go in vain
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Writing
when I tuck her in, sheets tight under her chin, pillows fluffed three times wide ways and long ways (we just might have a type A child yet!) I notice her eyes. wet, round dinner plates. there's nothing I need to ask. she has nothing to say. nothing that hasn't been said in the glances we exchange over a teddy bear we clutch, arms slowly ripping from the seams. she grabs my hand and squeezes, tighter than I did when she was born. just five years ago, I screamed, tossed back my head, sweaty hair clinging to my scalp like soggy noodles. the doctor held her up, Simba style. I closed my eyes gently and slept through the trumpets. now we're here, in this bed, in this fear that neither of us can speak. when her eyelids befriend her cheeks, and the dinosaur music box hits its last run, I creep to the door, edging one creak against another; then I hear it, barely a whisper, but loud and clear: why do the good guys have to die?
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
what dreams may (never) come