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Katie Robertson Poem
One Day
By Katie Robertson
One day, this will be over
One day, you will see your friends again and smile
One day, you will smell the scent of coffee seeping out of the coffee shop
on your way to work that will pull you in.
One day, you will get to say thank you to all those people who helped you,
your teachers, priests, family, doctors & nurses.
You will live again, you will breath in the glorious sent of living; freely, openly, whole heartedly.
I know you are scared; I am too
But that does not mean we cannot stop,
that does not mean we cannot stop laughing,
loving,
baking,
singing,
learning
and creating.
One day, our collective scars will be healed.
One day, this nation- and world- will truly meet again.
In harmony. Grace. In sacrifice.
One day, everything you have worked so hard for, will come to you.
For it must.
One day, this will all be a memory, albeit a scary one.
Albeit a brave one.
Copyright © Katie Robertson | Year Posted 2020
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Katie Robertson Poem
Feelings
By Katie Robertson
Don’t do it, they said.
Do not start writing poetry about your feelings.
I did not listen. I started writing, and once I started,
I could not stop.
It was like all my feelings covered the page like a
spider weaving its web in the coldness of a February morning.
Feelings are an odd one, aren’t they?
We love to hate them, hate to lose them
but wish they were not there. Wish that just for a moment
they would leave us alone. Let us sink into the feeling of emptiness.
Let the cesuras stamp the page. Leaving us with an analysis.
I guess the heart is in fact a mitochondrion.
It is powerful and brave.
It is everything we will ourselves to be.
Do you understand?
Probably not.
But are you meant to? - No, of course not.
Feelings are meant to be misunderstood,
Unreadable, in undatable messages of the heart.
Which will either be shown for the world to see,
or hidden in between the muscle fibres, until the heart takes
its last beat.
Copyright © Katie Robertson | Year Posted 2020
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