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Tag: National Poetry Month

Placid

A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.

Measured

I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.

Behind Me

I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point […]

20-20

I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]