Poems 
02.19.2021 
 

Changing Sky
I watch in mid ​July​,
The wind that brings sand from ​above​.
Plants that we watched ​transform​,
Those things that we ​love​.
But my mother whose eyes were ​once
The color of the clear dark ​sky
Now turned to a venerable Grey ​storm
Like the stars that are in ​thy​,
And the beings that can no longer ​fly
A different morning has risen ​thus​,
Changing in ​us​.

 
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Darkness
Laying on the ground surrounded by darkness,
Panicking because of the critters.
Smelling the grass and the opening flowers,

I look up.
The moon that shines, oh so brightly in the sky,
While laying on the ground surrounded by darkness,

And the darkness that is so comforting and new,

The sky is nice, clear though,
Smelling the grass and the opening flowers.

The blue that is so calming.

A blue as dark as the sea.
Laying on the ground surrounded by darkness,

Within it's depth I get lost.

Starfall on a mountain
Smelling the grass and the opening flowers,

That illuminates the darkness.

And changes our surroundings.
Laying on the ground surrounded by darkness,
Smelling the grass and the opening flowers
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Cuts
I have scars; all over my body.
Some that have healed properly and without a little trace, for I did plastic surgeon sutures.
Others with a big ugly scar for I stapled them close, those are the ones that hurt, the most painful
ones.
A constant reminder of your flaw, your imperfections.
A scar that is hurt and injured.
A scar that will itch and burn.
A scar that when you run your hand over it you'll be reminded of the most painful event in your
life.
A scar that people will point out, your weakness, your vulnerability.
Something stapled.
My whole body is filled with scars so small that you will never know existed.
But even the smallest ones scar within my mind.
Even the littles ones emotionally itch in constant reminder.
A reminder that I am human.
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