Jacynda

I knew it was getting bad again

When staying asleep seemed safer than waking up

When the mound on my floor collected more dust than there is clothes

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Butterflies, tulips, robins and daffodils

Warm gentle breezes

Leaves beginning to bud

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A government lead by a thirst for power, self interest

Void of any intellectual reasoning or compassion

Pol Pot? Hitler? Stalin?

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My chest is heavy

My energy is dark

My emotions are at the top of the chart

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Dipping quell inside ink pot

story’s being written unintentionally on a rainy day

reawakening to the beauty to my alley of the world

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I am not everyone

I know my worth

I know my truth

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My silence like an enchantment

Although I’m quiet

My mind is like a ever changing season

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