Tag: poetry
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we expected trouble
We went there, thinking we knew what we would find. The lines on the highway solidly leading us onward, never breaking, shouting “This way! Don’t veer off track!” We expected hills and valleys, and thought that would be the trouble. That life’s struggles and sadness would drag us down, but we found the monotony to…
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collisions
We connected at a crossing. For me it was a standstill, a silent resting beat; For you, a crescendo, a scream, that never came back down. We were both there, together, but came and left in different vehicles. We collided. We hurt. We felt everything and nothing that our bodies would allow. Seconds Hours and…
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to become
Should we be thankful for our sorrows? For our pains? For our shortcomings? Are we short-sighted in thinking these tragedies are truly tragic? Is our pain the kind that will drag us to our deaths or the kind that will push us to our depths? Is it a choice? Will we cave? Or will we…
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A balancing act
They push and poke And I feel myself balancing on fingertips that aren’t mine I am weightless But breathless Like I might cease …or scream ….or laugh panic Familiar panic Breathe breath Into And out, too
Trynia Kaufman 