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Lauren Anderson Poem
There will come a day that you'll look back on this life and I can only hope that you'll cherish the knowledge and character I work so hard to bestow upon you. My only wish is that during these moments, you never feel indebted to me. Contrary to popular belief, I gifted you existence, not life. That, however, is what you gifted me in return; and I will spend the rest of my life trying to send it back to you. Let no one, not even I, press the idea that between us I was the teacher. For when I was teaching you how to walk, you taught me how to stand.
Copyright © Lauren Anderson | Year Posted 2019
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Lauren Anderson Poem
My eyes have grown so accustomed to the dark that your radiance often blinds me. The warmth of your luminescence seeps into my skin and penetrates my soul. Despite my fascination with your light, I find myself seeking refuge in the shadows. I long to bathe in your warmth and let your rays dance across my skin, but I fear once it grazes my fingertips the shadows will swallow it whole. So I spend my days shivering in the dark and watching you from afar; absorbed by your light and dragging my fingers along the edge of the dusk. And maybe one day, when I've driven myself mad with yearning, I'll be forced out of the comfort of these bitter shadows and let myself into the light.
Copyright © Lauren Anderson | Year Posted 2019
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