Future Selves

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Strung, as crystalline beads
On a fine gold thread
Our days
One by one together
We charted a more kind pattern
Planned

Colors, something beautiful
All our own
To be complete
Tied with an unbreakable knot
This time
Worn boldly and proud

But for the masked marauder
Disguised as difficult conversation
Arriving in broad daylight
Ripping this treasure from us
A new family heirloom
We’d have created

Exchange

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We each do need to save ourselves

To move through

To move on, if we’re lucky

This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall

This wall won’t always be

Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to

I sometimes do

Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother

It’s what the sage says

Reveal

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My mild eyes belie my heart

My tempest touch its tell

Make no mistake I am uncaged

My past meekness is felled

Should you succeed to know my mind

Prepare to meet your match

Taste wild you cannot control

Breathe air you cannot catch

Back To The Future: A Poem

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Born of a curveball and dazzling smile
Perfecting Them everyday since
There was no way of knowing you hoped to be captured
And held and then softly convinced

But I did the dance you demanded of her
And I own the field quite fine, thanks
This smile you made and that smile I own
Equal forever in rank