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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.

Schuyler

The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Believe Change Curse Myself
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.
SCHUYLER

Comfortable Flower Myself Shape Start Thinking
Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
SCHUYLER

Anger Fear Feeling Sorrow Yourself
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
SCHUYLER

Beginning End Fabric Myself
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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Allow Feeling Greatness Myself
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
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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Myself People Sea Wash
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
SCHUYLER

Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
SCHUYLER

Bloom Dreams Hands Healing Myself Open Patience Self Love Time
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
SCHUYLER

Hands Life Myself Place Touch
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Catch Myself Name Sadness Water
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLER

Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
SCHUYLER

Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
SCHUYLER

Decision Feeling Myself Wave

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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