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Megan Long Poem
I caught the disease before the deadline
before my mid-life crisis
the reinvention
Who can wait for the epiphany of self-discovery?
I’ll force myself to find my passion, and I’ll be great at it,
the best
and it will be entirely willpower
Maybe
Ask me tomorrow
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Megan Long Poem
I try to remember the way he stared when I walked down the street
or I think of the way the little girl tugged on my dress and told me how pretty I was
I laugh, she is joking of course
I want to see myself through her eyes
I wonder if she is able to look at herself in this way
I wonder if she still sees herself as beautiful
how long until that mirror is blurred?
we were made in His image, I know
but I want to be made by my own hands, give myself forgiving eyes
I imagine molding myself into what I found most purely beautiful
with naive eyes, unbound by society's tendrils, I would craft the same upturned nose that made me cry in the fifth grade..
the rolls on my stomach would delicately undulate as my hand passed over top of them..
I would choose brown hair like the soils of the Earth, but I would make it glisten red by the rays from the Sun
to be the Creator and the Created
the little girl inside me rests now, but it is time for her to awake
I want her to see what she has done, and see that it is good
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Megan Long Poem
maybe you should call me Meg
no, it’s no bother
I’ve always wanted a nickname
there’s already another Megan
so I’ll be a Meg
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Megan Long Poem
forgetting to walk
the tumble of the waves
a few steps
the world sweeps out from under me
standing
the bitter taste begins to subside
until I fall again
anxiously waiting to stand once more
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Megan Long Poem
Your story
I move forward,
But I left something behind
Did you take it?
Or did I give it to you?
It’s hard to say now
I hardly remember how it came to be
your voice never wavered,
your hands never shook
I begin again knowing you always start anew
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Megan Long Poem
Is it true there are some that smile as they suffer,
laugh as they lie?
tell me
I hope it was worth it
as I mourned your childhood
carried your sadness
felt my guilt
we smiled
we laughed
but you didn’t suffer, you lied
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