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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.

Renee Stone

I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
And I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
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Bright Eyes Forever Hold Light Myself Start Warm
You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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Clear Cloud Mindset Wonder Yourself
And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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Inspirational Mindset Myself Perspective
I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World
I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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Darkness Escape Silence Voice Word Yourself
They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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Dance Light Moon Myself Stars Summer
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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Enough Love Myself Scar Time
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
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Growth Hard Myself Need People Realize Thinking
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown

I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.

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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.

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