If I let you, you would empty me out.
I love you enough to allow it.
But what would that teach you about life?
You own no one but yourself.
I can’t.
You & I would both be lost.
Tag: writing
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Sometimes I sense her
Bursting forth from my chest
A surge of excitement & creativity
Is an aura of her arrival
Like an exorcism of sorts
She is ready to be known
To smash conventionality
Wreck routine & expectation.
Will I ever unchain her wrists
Release the bonds
That have been wrapped for so long?
I love her
And fear her
I want to know her
And ignore her.
She is to me
A free fall, a high stakes gamble.
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Another year
Another empty birthday
Instead of dinners & candles
There is pain & grief.
I have no generic expressions
Or contrite rhymes
To express the reality
That you are still gone.
You are at peace
And we are still here.
We have no choice
But to move, grow, learn.
We close our eyes for a moment
Remembering you.
We open our eyes
And take a step forward.
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Unexpected splashes from fish in the canal, breaking the melodic rustle of palm fronds as they rub past one another in the breeze. Slight chill in the air after a heavy rain, the angry sky now assuaged, resulting in calm night. Thirst of tough, spiny grass quenched, droplets hanging on tough leaves. Periodic gusts of wind bring down sprinkles from the swaying trees, shaking off the wet like dogs after a bath. I breathe in the humid yet cool night air, sitting in the dark, and letting my soul rest before a chaotic morning ahead. I snuggle under a blanket that smells like my moms laundry detergent- making me comforted & sad at once. I long for our home, our space, our friends- yet also reel at this time ending, flying thousands of miles away from my parents, back to the daily grind of life. Therein lies the balance of it all. I’m grateful for this time yet grieve its end. I allow myself space for both feelings.
Kacie B. Sharpe 