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Footprints
December 21,
The rebirth of the winter,
The certainty that when you wake up
Nothing has changed except for
The season.
And maybe,
Some snow has found your doorstep.
Except,
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How would you explain…
How would you explain things
To someone who was born unknowing? Unseeing?
How to describe a net?
Its many holes hold you up,
Prevent you from falling.
But they are holes that catch your fall.
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“The Best Things In Life Are Free”
Why do we live? Why are we here? Why were we gifted this beautiful world that we are destroying without a question? Why do we not question? Why do we not think to look where trouble lies, rather than turning our heads? Why is there trouble?
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Theory of Fellowship
Everyone is no one without someone. Even the snow doesn’t blow on its own. The wind holds it up.
Rome was not built in a day because everyone had a say in the creation.
Walls take many bricks, and without one, the wall falls
Loves
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Wishing
I sit here wishing I write each memory down.
Each drop of my storm,
Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.
Something to leave behind
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If We Can Make it Through
How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?
To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–
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Winter Sunsets
you used to love the snow and ice
the dark and stormy winter nights
December's magic festive glow
now seems many years ago.
you crave the warmth of summer's kiss
let sunlight bring you back to bliss
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Courageous Enough
When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
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I Despise Annotation
I despise annotating in my books and in my notes
It takes away from the beauty of the page
It's confusing and maiming and hurts the book
And it hurts me deeply
Too many shapes and writings to follow