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Gratitude Rushing to My Heart
I look at myself in the mirror,
Seeing every little detail of myself:
The eyes that have learned to seek creativity,
The mouth that has learned to leak laughter,
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Coils of Code
I trace my fingertips over my skin,
Imagining everything going on within it:
Each little protein being made,
Each cell passing through my bloodstream.
Every strand of DNA is coiled up,
Making me up,
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Numbers
Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
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I Open My Eyes
I open my eyes,
Seeing a barely knit community,
Everyone ignoring those who they pass,
Going only to those they relate to,
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The Season Sisters
Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath. It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning. The branches were f
Loves
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Stars
Sometimes
I look at the stars
And hope
That somewhere
In another universe
We all got our happy endings.
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To Be a Poet
To be a poet is not to write poems
No,
Most anyone can do that
Most anyone has done that
For school,
Maybe
To be a poet is to see a tree
And not just see a tree