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Chelsea Williamson Poem
I wonder what I'd be like if you had loved me
As a mother myself, a friend, and spouse
If your love had stretched like branches of a tree
But I still keep your picture at the entrance of my house
She's the Samantha before you had to take life by the handles
The Samantha before you were consumed, as if by fire
So I ran to a Father who gave my feet sandals
And He gave me all the love my heart could desire
Copyright © Chelsea Williamson | Year Posted 2025
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Chelsea Williamson Poem
I’m a lovesick puppy dog.
Torn between “wet behind the ears” and growing into maturity.
Much like the process of drying fruit, if done properly, it gives the substance more flavor.
If
Done
Properly
And it begs many questions,
Makes me open my eyes and look into the less obvious.
I’m not at all surprised by the loss of my breath,
Not from anticipation, but from the catch in my chest.
It says, “You’re caught.”
It says, “Sit tight.”
I choose to find beauty in the unknown and uncertain.
And I have a feeling that what’s going to happen.. is just starting to begin.
Copyright © Chelsea Williamson | Year Posted 2025
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