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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.

Stephanie Briar

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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Born Burn Fall Fire Inspirational Light Motivational Myself
You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Bone Empty Food Satisfaction Shame Starve Yourself
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Culture Live Myself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Distance Eyes Love Myself Painting Portrait Relationship Separate
Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Activate Born Creation Creativity
I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Eyes Ourselves Relationship Thinking Time
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Absence Light Moon Myself Prayer Stars Way

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