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Limited Automobile

You cannot change the past, as time is linear
Time is but a limited automobile.
It cannot move backwards.
It’s rear windows, a definite ebony.
It’s windshield wipers invisible to the eye.
You can drive
Awake, for the car does not drive itself or you
You drive it while it guides you
You are not your fate, but your fate is what you become  
Whatever you mean
Fate takes you where it takes you
Fate is in control of your life
But so are you
Put your hands on the wheel
Foot on the gas 
Drive, but don’t stop 
You cannot change the past, but you can live in the present 
Time is but a concept, fate is but a friend.
This friend has no end
For its end ended before a new you had begun 
This car is Right, always moving Right.



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More than meets the eye

she runs down the hall 
she is meSsY 
she is LouD
she is an extrovert 
no, she is not 
just because she is not shy 
does not mean she sometimes wants to cry 
being sad and feeling low has crossed her path but I bet you didn't know
stop 
stop degrading people based on what YOU see 
stop guessing my emotional IQ
because there is more than what meets the eye 
because sometimes I want to cry 
even though I am not shy. 

Copyright © Honora Great | Year Posted 2019

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hush

the silence of streets
people and worlds are apart 
masks conceal concern

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Chapstick

The feel on my lips 
cool, smooth, new 
In my light pink box they live 
small, long, cylindrical.

At school they live in my pocket
safe, secured, silent
In my red and white pencil case they reside
small, long, cylindrical. 

I was scared to talk in class
a swipe for good luck saved me.

The collection grew 
The purpose shifted.

I grew up and they grew out. 

Parties, boys, priorities. 

Chapstick, once naive, now knowing.

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Digital Love

He’s on your mind. 
You think about him and your heart flutters 
Falling asleep has never been easier
Yet harder 
As you think about the future and go into great detail 
You “love” him.
The notification sends shivers down your spine 
Not chilling ones
The contrary 
You “love” him. 
Not the notification left by him…
You don’t know him.
All you know is how it feels when his name crosses your screen
Digital love isn’t real love 
You don’t really know him
You do know the sound of an alert that happens to be from him
He hasn’t responded in over a day
Is he okay 
You don’t know him
But I “love” him
You “love” the idea of him 
Behind screens he’s a dream but in real life he’s nowhere to be found 
You dream of real love but you live through 
Digital love.

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An Addendum to the List of Universal Truths

An addendum to the list of universal truths:
social media can be — no, is detrimental to ones mental health
stop engaging 
open your eyes 
post your comments using your voice out loud
post your pictures in real time through your actions 
live, don’t partake in the charade of our time 
but
Take yours, in real time

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Habit

The halls where she once walked 
Praying 
Singing 
Wishing 
She hoped for a greater good, a connection to Christ 
The young girls enter the school, for they will learn and write and read
She disciplines them as her own kin 
The walls where I now walk are stained with sudden spirituality 
She taught them but with a closed mind 
Nuns wear habits 
The habits they have are trapped in the ways of one 
They love their God but not themselves 
Lost love and connection are dangers they fear will corrupt them 
No boys, no love, no freedom
Father for I have sinned as I have not tasted the flavor of pure joy...
that is what she thinks
I have, she has not, for it is a holy habit.

Copyright © Honora Great | Year Posted 2020