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I Wish (2)

I wish

I could

Reach into

Your chest

 

Hold

Your heart

 

And breathe

Life

Into your

Skin

 

I wish

We

Revered

Hope

Instead of

Money

 

Love

Instead of

Power

 

I wish

My tongue

Told

Stories

With

Answers

Instead of

Questions

 

If I

Used

The

Whispers

Inside

Instead…

 

But I

Don’t

 

I wish

My soul

Grew

Wiser

Quicker

 

I wish

My eyes

Saw more

Than my

Gut

 

Or

At the

Very

Least

 

I wish

I

Listened

 

I wish

I knew

How to

Breathe

Without

Hurting

 

I wish

We all

Spoke

Truth

 

That my

Truth

Didn’t

Cause

More

Pain

 

I wish

I knew

What to

Do with

This

Anger

Inside

 

How to

Part

With

This

Anxiety

This

Doubt

 

The

Silent

One

Assaulting

Us all

Slithering

Through

Our veins

Is

Doubt

Fear

 

I wish

Eloquence

Dripped

From

My lips

Like the

Honey

From

So many

 

That messy

Wasn’t

How I

Learned

 

That

Suffering

Didn’t

Terrify

Me so

 

I wish

My heart

Beat

Spoke

Words

Into my

Mind

 

So I

Could

Understand

How I’d

Hurt it

 

So I

Could

Never

Forget…

 

But I

Cannot

Remember

 

I wish

Sometimes

So deeply

That I

Forget

It’s a wish

 

And then

I forget

It’s there

At all

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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fighting self

i had a dream

the other night

it helped me understand

part of who i am

 

i ran

i hurt

i now know why

 

when i woke up

i understood

why i hurt myself

with food

art

thoughts

with hate

with arrows i sharpen

aim for my heart

pulling my

skin from muscles

veins from around bones

yanking my soul free

casting it aside

like so little trash

 

i live in a dream state

understanding

trying to figure out

how to change

the truth

i now know

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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I Wish (1)

I wish

My soul

Spoke

As poignantly

As yours

 

I wish

Colors

Became

Tapestries

In my eyes

As they do

For you

 

I wish

I spoke

With a

Velvet tongue

Like you

 

I wish

The skin

I’ve lived in

Wore so

Poised

As yours does

 

But under

The weight

Of scars

My skin

Has grown

Tougher

Thicker

Too worn

And

Rebuilt

To flesh out

Such lovely

Silk

As yours

 

I wish

I knew

More

Than I do

About life

 

I wish

My fingertips

Brushed

Delicate

Thoughts

Like yours do

 

Slipping

Down

Strands of

Hair

Ever so

Purposefully

Highlighting

Insights

That speak

To my

Bones

Warm

The hollows

Behind

My ribcage

 

Connect

So fully

To my

Soul

 

So beautiful

So vital

My shadow

Weeps

 

I wish

 

But I

Am clumsily

Navigating

Life

 

Plucking

At truth

Before

Falling

Headfirst

Into it

 

Wobbling

On Bambi legs

Running

To learn to

Walk

 

Chest throbbing

With the

Fire

Others

Set Aside

 

I wish

I knew

How to

Suffer Well

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

 

AFTERNOTE

This is not a poem to or about a lover.

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Missing

Life is different than I thought.

It sits somewhere in peace.

Without pain, without numbness, without joy.

And weeps.

 

Or is that love?

Are they the same; life and love?

Is that what this world is missing…

love and life being one

The purpose

The meaning

True Aliveness

being love

real love

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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I’m Not Done v.2

The Valley

Isn’t a place

You know

 

It is where

We live

Where we

Feel

Where we

know

 

 

Where we

Often

Decide

To

Deny

 

 

The light

Isn’t awaiting

Our creation

 

It exists

Within

Me

 

In

You

In

All

In

Us

 

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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I’m Not Done v.1

The Valley

Isn’t a place

You know

 

It’s a

State

Of being

 

An

Awareness

 

The Darkness

Isn’t awaiting

The chance

To attack

 

Darkness

Lives inside

Me

 

In

You

In

All

In

Us

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

Kinda in reference to this Valley 

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I AM

I AM

throwing out all

my masks

they no longer

fit

 

I AM

checking under

my bed

for all the

monsters

I’ve stored there

 

I AM

peering into the

hollows

behind my eyes

whispering,

coaxing out

my soul

 

I AM

rewriting my

future

keeping the

pens to

myself now

 

I AM

demolishing

the porcelain

walls

and painting

the air

about me

 

I AM

coming home

to myself

nothing can

stop me

not even me

 

I AM

smoking out

the lies

untwisting

the truths

 

I AM

tired of pretending

so I’m not

anymore

 

by Daphne Shadows

 

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