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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?

Stephanie Briar

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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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