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Kayla Ball Poem
Looking in this mirror
Wondering who it is I see
The face looks familiar
But it doesn’t look like me
I’m at a loss for words to describe who is staring
I’d like to think it’s someone brave
Someone bright
Maybe someone daring
I don’t know who they are
But I feel connected somehow
Because we even share a scar on our left eyebrow
She wrinkles her nose when I do
And I wonder if her favorite color is also blue
Does she not get a fever with the flu?
And is it herself that she looks up to?
Does she prefer hoodies to jackets?
And Fall to Summer?
Is her favorite movie Spy?
Or is that also a lie?
Looking in this mirror
Wondering who it is I see
The face looks familiar
But it doesn’t look like me
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The rarity of difficulty
The difficulty of clarity
The clarity of intelligibility
The intelligibility of accessibility
The accessibility of understandability
The understandability of comprehensibility
The comprehensibility of austerity
The austerity of beauty
The beauty of simplicity
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Driver’s licenses, speeding tickets, life in the fast lane
Full of responsibility, difficulty, and the possibility of being a little vain
It’s a time of puberty, discovery, and the future
A time for many heartbreaks that can only be cured with a suture
Sometimes when a mirror is your only friend
Right until the bitter end
But don’t be scared or hide
Because it’s only a matter of time for it all to subside
So when you look in the mirror and ask yourself who you see
Is it someone you love and in someone you believe?
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I haven’t yet determined if optimism is a trait for the brave
Or for the weak
Many people use this word
When everything seems bleak
But what it is really?
Is it involuntary or imaginary?
How can one even believe
In something they cannot conceive
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I am from a place where the sun shines
Full of many many traffic signs.
I am from a place where we play baseball
WHACK
And umpires make calls.
I am from a place where there is an Arch
And where the cheese is full of starch.
I am from a place where runners run raggedly
Rather than jaggedly.
We are home to the ice cream cone, hot dog, and iced tea.
But are not near the sea.
I am from a place that has many teams.
Where two rivers flow as a stream.
Our colors range from red, to white, to blue
Because there’s nothing better than living in the Lou.
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In order to survive
One must provide
And to succeed
One must not be consumed with greed
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Bright across the top
Dark across the bottom
Making the trees and the rolling hills pop
Swift colors
Paving their way left to right
Smoothing over the canvas
With falling moonlight
They create a gentle breeze that flows
As if I were there
Experiencing it tickle my nose
It was the first piece of art I ever saw
And I knew that I wouldn’t forget it at all
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It was completely dark and blurry
Unable to see, the feeling of poking and prodding at me continued
“Please,” she said. “I’m starting to worry.”
I was falling in and out of consciousness
to the sound of a constant beeping
The fuzzy feeling was turning bottomless
I don’t know if I’ll be okay
Or if I will wake up
But I try to keep the silence at bay
as I cling onto life
Keeping it steady, and focusing on breathing
and not so much on strife
I think back to the first time I heard thunder instead
But I’m down to one last breath
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They can hurt
They can sting
And everything in between
They can heal
They can even make someone kneel
What would we be without them?
Nothing but a tree stem
Without words we cannot communicate
And the world would be filled with hate
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Don’t burn bridges you might need later
Even if there wasn’t a bridge to begin with
Now only a sea of silence
Beneath bones and broken hearts
Late night insights, now gone
So unlike you
I won’t be burning anything I’ll ever need again
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