Stepping Stones

I take steps.

Tiny steps.

One

Step

At

A

Time.

I don't want to break you

Or this.

I take baby steps

One

By

One.

I'm scared

But that's not going to get us anywhere.

Actually

I'm terrified.

But I keep taking

s

t

e

p

s

Like stepping stones

To us.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

The thing is

The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Future fantasy

I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Infinity

My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.

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