(THIS IS) HEALING

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LOVE POEM TO MYSELF

carry yourself gently 

you a little less than efficient 

but it’s okay 

because when your bones crack and nobody’s around to hear it i’ll mend them ever so quietly like wet leaves under feet expecting a breaking that will never quite happen 

it’ll be okay 

carry all this air in your lungs like a hot air balloon that never wanted to fly 

you’re here with a purpose.

on days when you feel a little less than electrified meat 

but more than dust only seen under the lamp light

you who spent your whole life avoiding the undersides of boots 

it will be okay

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i am fire

burn quick

consume

i am beautiful 

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and i see more color in the world now

i see the deep reds that circulate within us all

both the passion which warp our souls into odd and uncomfortable shapes 

the vicious gray that drapes heavy around some of us like drowned denim

we all carry green hope

that which swirls and sparks around us

that threatens to leap at odd but needed moments 

i see it all 

i see how the vanta black sits like a heavy stone at the base of your being 

like a black hole that all else circles around

we are but byproducts if it i’m the end really 

i see more color in the world now