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Sophie Gresham Poem
Standing in the library of lives.
Trying to decide which one to learn from.
Picking up each book, reading the lines that have yet to be.
This life lies, this life hides, this one dies.
Which one is brought out of its slump?
Which life needs careful care?
This life cries, this life tries, this one looked me in my eyes.
Is this the life needing to roam?
Which ones has a home?
This life feels, this life heals, this one is real.
Making the decision that this life will be me.
“Welcome home!” I hear echoing off the wooden rails of the brand new cradle.
Copyright © Sophie Gresham | Year Posted 2025
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Sophie Gresham Poem
The white light across this man made lake gives me something to watch.
As the people i thought liked me enough to be around me have the time of their lives without.
The loneliness brings me more comfort than being around a batch of judging eyes that their smiles don’t reach.
Their botched happiness is obvious to me.
As I’m about to graduate they all decide to scratch me to comfort themselves.
But I’m the one out of all of them who will truly end up happy with myself.
Copyright © Sophie Gresham | Year Posted 2025
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Sophie Gresham Poem
In the name of the stars and planets.
We’re all lost in the oblivion of our minds.
While we’re stuck concentrating on our own sorrows.
There’s stars in the night sky wishing they could breathe again instead of suffocating on things they couldn’t control.
Copyright © Sophie Gresham | Year Posted 2025
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