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.
SCHUYLERI 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 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’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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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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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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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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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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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