I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…
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Transcendent
Once again A hundred yards into the ocean; How many times Have I found myself here? Found myself. That is, after all, what happens; Difficult, impossible, Then an eagle soaring, New-grown wings. As many times as I say otherwise I have not yet found My limits. This ocean, too, I will transcend; Either I will…
Untouchable
My heart was shattered, Hammered into a hundred shards,Broken. Now it is cobbled together,Pieces held in placeBy the last shreds of my will, And I hold the world at arm’s length.Afraid that if anyone should get through,Should actually touch my heart,It would crumble all over again.
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