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Cassidy Sizemore Poem
Who am I
If not Myself?
Am I more than my namesake?
More than my cotton-candy-curls,
More than my clever way with words?
Am I more than my mother saw in me
When she felt the first thump of my heartbeat
as the fabric of the world
shifted to make room for me -
Courageous, ambitious, curiously starved for knowledge of all things.
Am I myself without this title, without this definition of my traits?
Am I myself if I lack bravery, if I lack wit?
Am I myself if I fall short?
Am I myself even when my bones are ground
Beneath sedimentary layer after layer?
Am I myself even when my name disappears
From the poorly inscribed pages of my books,
Even in the absence of a mouth to profess all that I am
In 3 syllables or less?
I am the personification of careful articulation,
The hallmark of humanity's desperate attempt at creation,
A placeholder for all I can and will be.
Yet still, I wonder
Who am I when I'm not me?
Copyright © Cassidy Sizemore | Year Posted 2023
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Wet ground, flower petals fall.
Oh, spring day, where have you gone?
It drizzles cloud tears.
Copyright © Cassidy Sizemore | Year Posted 2023
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Cassidy Sizemore Poem
I know you,
misery.
Old company from years before I ever met joy.
I have shut the door in your face in recent years,
Tucked you in the back of the closet to hang on your own. I know how you hate being alone.
I know you,
misery.
A bad influence from my youth, drugged up on the dredges of fantasy and bloodied bits of hope in your hands.
You tear apart every good thing. You rot what is ripe, you siphon what brings life.
I know you,
misery.
And how I loathe you everyday. How I despair at the sight of your face, the reach of your soft hands.
I know you,
misery.
And I hate how you mock me, how your voice croons with affection as you torment me, how your arms wind around my hips and your warmth seeps into my wounded flesh.
And you tell me you know me too.
So for today I know you a little better, hold you a little tighter, and I let you in.
But I know you,
misery.
And I’m telling you never again.
Copyright © Cassidy Sizemore | Year Posted 2024
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you think you can save me, you can fix this thing I’ve become: all teeth, snarling, drooling tongue heavy laden with every bloodied word I’ve ever said.
you think you can restore all that I’ve destroyed, can redeem me in our bed.
you won’t.
you won’t.
I promise you that you won’t.
only God can undo these things I’ve done.
only God.
Copyright © Cassidy Sizemore | Year Posted 2024
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