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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

Gemma Iversen

I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Constitution Emotion Leadership Myself Rule Volatile
Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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Day Myself Nature Need Switch
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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Body Burn Darkness Mirror Poetry Sacred See Temple Word
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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Death Divine Hope Life Myself Rise Shine
She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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Herself Life Meaning Misery Pain
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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Home Life Myself Time
And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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Choice Faith Happiness True Trust
Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
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Healing Sadness Soft Word Wound
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
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Body Hurt Myself Police Sound Writing
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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Cage Heart Myself Protection

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

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