High School Memoirs
Under the plastic stars that
Led us through adolescence
and I was less than
Heartbroken.
More like a dove was I
reaching for the sky
with friends no longer
present.
Transparency with our
Desires and hearts
We made offerings on the
Shore.
Into the forest
I retreat now for
Rest and connection
as the pine tree
Saved me.
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