I am still searching... growing.... and learning.
try and build me a crystal stair
with smooth and shiny surfaces
in need of no repairs
steps to guide me up and with a balance that I never kept before
...
Oh the beauty of forgotten love,
TO mesmerize
to capitalize
to make it a government,
...
Let them wonder where my hope is kept,
how I have chased long, open seas
and came back with nothing.
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Stories have wept inside of me, like currents,
like small waves of swollen guilt.
I am a Child, again.
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