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Losing someone you love,

hollows out a part of you.

One day, you have them,

and the next,

you’ll never see them again.

The realization stings,

worse than the sun's engulfing hug.

You push me out to sea

With every toll life takes. 

My wood is deteriorating 

With thousands of years. 

I've held village girls

And I've held mothers. 

Last year, floods ransacked Vermont.

They stole. They destroyed. They even killed.

While the rest of the country dealt with extreme heat,

Vermont was struggling just as much with the floods.

How do I celebrate? 

How do I cheer 

with masses of people?

How do I celebrate freedom,

knowing only half of me was set free today?

Poems are my eyes

Windows to a soul, Body, Mind

A new worldview