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PROMPT- Write a love letter to poetry

Poetry taught me to listen to my own tears. Decipher why I felt what I felt. It helped me hold onto myself during my darkest fights with depression.

If you could write a love letter to poetry what would it say? Feel free to write one and leave a link to it in my comment section. I’d love to read it.

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You were the words

Bubbling to the surface

The fight inside my bones

The breath I tried to hold

The smile I searched to find

You flowed like electricity

When the darkness came

Rushing to the surface

Feeding me the lines

Helping me to communicate

The S.O.S faithfully typed

From impulse to redemption

The white flag I waved

When I felt like I was sinking

I owe you my life in many ways

But I owe you my gratitude

For you saved me

When I had no idea I needed it

MY PUZZLE

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I’ve always felt like a small piece

Like there is a place waiting

For the exact right shape

To fit within its little void

I feel a part of the sun

Of the swaying trees

Of the raging storms

And the crashing sea

A part of so many things

But never fully have I fit

Nor did the world make sense

At least not… until I met you

And we naturally fit together

Puzzle pieces that fit perfectly

And only then did everything

The sun, the trees, the sky, the sea

Only then…

Did this world feel like home

LONG DISTANCE

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The days slowly crawl

From sunrise to sunset

The same words echo

Until they fall silent

The sky mourns us

With determined drops

That fall heavy

Even maybe a bit angry

At our solitude

Because

Even heaven understands

Our torment at being apart

ALL THE STEPS

I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends.

Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice.

Today I am finding beauty in all the little steps.

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How many steps

From there to here

Have you stepped

Do you keep count?

On your fingers

On your toes

Inside squares

On electronic walls

Do you think about

How close are you

To that deep smile

Of a precipice

That waits to hold you?

To catch you like

A fast running river

That catches a leaf?

Patient in its magnitude

Magnificent in its capacity

Yet so unassuming

It’s nearly invisible

You know not at all

When your step… step..step

Will be one too many

Only that there is

A one too many

And yet fearlessly

Or carelessly

Or haphazardly

You continue forward

Without too much thought

About that ghostly ledge

That will carry you

From here to there

FIERY BUTTERFLIES

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I was thinking about our ancestors. All of them. The cultures and the sacrifices made for the good of the next to come. And who we are now. What we will leave behind.

My dreams

Turned into fiery butterflies

Colorful pin points of light

Dancing free among stars

Until a strong wind came

And blew them all away

Leaving their sweet wings

Sacrificed, soft and broken

A monument of their life

Lying restless at my feet

Fragile little wings moving

And absorbing the moonlight

Fluttering around my feet

Slowly began hugging me

Covering my face

My arms

My feet

Attaching their colors

To my body

In order to carry me

Toward the stars

Where I had been hanging

All my dreams.

A LOOKING GLASS

 

 

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Made of bubbles

Sat and stared

A thousand eyes

Full of color

My color

Was black

Your color

Was white

And together

We held

The entire

Spectrum

Between us

THE ABSURDITY OF PERSPECTIVE

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At the time it seemed

I was stuck inside an hourglass

Big chunks of stone

Surrounded me on every side

I could barely move

And when I did… it took forever

So much strength was needed

And I felt so weak… so small

But time kept sifting through

And I kept climbing over

Shifting landscapes under me

I look back on those hours

And the boulders are but sand

Tiny little obstacles of life

No longer jagged and sharp

But smooth and soft

And I wonder at the absurdity

Of perspective

RAINBOW SHARDS

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I feel the glass under my feet

Sharp and cutting deeper

With every step forward I take

I feel the sticky cling to my soul

And the burn begin to compete

With all the lies I once believed

Move over sweet grim reaper

I’m not losing myself just yet

I refuse to bleed out

Over this broken path

I’ll make it to the other side

Breathing embers if I have to

I’ll set fire to the biting shards

I’ll melt them smooth

And marvel in their colors

No, I don’t need a pot of gold

To motivate my advance

I just need poetry

And a little bit of ingenuity

To build this rainbow road

CRY INTO ME

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I cry tears

That never make it to the ground

Into me they fell

Weightless acidity

They swallow my sensitivity

Filling my insides to the brim

They turn the air around me

Breathless

And absorb whatever time it is

Magnifying my numerous regrets

With clear and honest luminosity

Heaving over sobs like a xylophone

Accumulating into a desperate crowd

Like a churning sea pounding

Forever inside my expanding chest

But not once have the drops

Ever made it to the ground

SUN’S SCRUTINY

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The blurry streaks

Of silver white

Scraped along

My tender sigh

I knelt to pray

But lost my way

And fell flat

And prone

And heartbroken

Under the scrutiny

Of the light of day