Arctic bear cubs, den,
exiting frozen grounds halfway into June.
Keeping low,
mothers navigate onshore perils,
quietly roving.
Sensing they've uninvitedly violated
wildlife's Xenia,
yearlings zigzag.
(Abecedarian)
12/03/2021
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I long to hide in a hole and stay hidden
Embarrassment haunts me as the memory resurfaces
All eyes punish me with their glares
My moral sense did not guide me
For it was not developed
At 14, my young mind did not know consequences
I beat myself up in my mind
I scream to make it better
But the anxiety never goes away
the memory never fades
As it uninvitedly resurfaces, I relive it
Over and over and over again
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