I Want

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The seams of you
May those burlap threads burst
Spilling the uncontainable, genuine joy

The gleam of you
May those eyes forever hold ease
Radiating the wonder within

The dreams of you
May those hopes find their home
Visting the soul steadfastly 

Bruised Shins

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I am forced to rip things
Right from the ceiling
Things that like the ceiling
Should never have been

I am forced to face flowers
Bleeding on skin
Flowers in need of new skin
Injected with pinpricks of hope

I am forced to my knees
On ground that is strong
Knees by the habit made strong
Despite the bruised shins

Conceding That

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I was mistaken

Or put most precisely

I misunderstood

The who or the why or the what of that hand

That hand that reached out

And I may have gasped

How long without air, it is too hard to say 

But now I’ve this shirt

With no known owner

It skulks in the back while it whispers an “If”

In an up shade of blue that has stolen my eyes 

So my soul lurches outward 

Screaming “There was no “If””

Take your comfort in knowing that soon it shall find

Stranger skin on an island of Hope