I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.

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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.

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Bagwalas

I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.

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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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Floor Grave
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.

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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.

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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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Recognition
In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.

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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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Bloom
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.

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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Ghost Listening
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.

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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Curse
I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.

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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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Pieces
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.

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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Floor
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.

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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Way
This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.

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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Hard
My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Summer
People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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Wash
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.

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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.

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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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Please come here, but not too close.

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Please come here, but not too close.
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Near
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.

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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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