Sunup

Sky, warming with light faded but Unforgotten
beginNing of a new day
already here, but still Unwritten
a light, on a Path unending.

Goldenrose

VT

16 years old

Poetry

By Goldenrose

Strength

One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;
waking up, running,
falling asleep, dreaming.

Made from muscled arms and soft angles.

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Poetry

By Goldenrose

Truth Telling

We manifest our fear in our hands, as physical things; sometimes it pricks at our skin and leaves marks, sometimes it results in stiff fingers, cracking from a stiffened clench.

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Poetry

By Goldenrose

Cold Mornings

Awakening to days whose foggy mornings
bow to the dark hoofs of the midnight horse.
Covering myself in thick blankets, attempting to
divert the cold that

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