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Lauren Anne Poem
Behind the rigid curve of my forehead
a flower has grown.
Petals are blooming beneath the bone.
My days, my pains, and all my love
are tucked inside the folds.
Pink and white and gray, and contained.
Fed by the light that fills my eyes.
Fed by touch and sound.
The universe in a flower.
The universe, in me, bound.
And so I feel.
I ache. I glow.
And I'm sure I'll never know
how can a universe blossom and fade?
and where will this universe go?
Lauren
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Lauren Anne Poem
Fall away from me
like leaves fall from the trees.
A gentle passing.
Be a seed swept by the breeze.
Like a fine layer of frost melts under the sun,
slip away, fleeting sigh.
Be gone.
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Lauren Anne Poem
I'm a thought, and the thing behind the thought.
I'm hope and the child that dreams it.
I'm fear and the beast that feels it.
The spark that told me to scream at my birth.
The bone that aches.
The body that breaks.
The last breath. I kiss my own lips, and escape.
I am color and love.
A prayer. A mistake.
I am something that listens and loves and creates.
Life and death work within me,
fill up my whole body.
I'm a thing
that cannot be named.
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Lauren Anne Poem
Safe places are hard when you hide from sharp eyes.
Anxiety says: when you’re a mouse, you scurry fast.
The mouse wonders… what if the eagle nearby is skillfully disguised?
Little mouse trembles when dark might be the shadow of wings.
Little mouse knows the grin could be stuck on a talon.
Doubtfully, hopefully, little mouse whispers, whiskers quivering:
the eagle is nowhere.
Looks to the sky and finds
a swift and starving falcon.
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Lauren Anne Poem
She moves like a creature
with a spring tied to her soul.
Sometimes she is too full of joy to speak.
Her glee bubbles out of her throat in a squeal or a shriek
and it fills her face like the sun
she is movement. she is play.
she is my GET UP! HAVE FUN!
she doesn't mind when she falls
she has learned how to run
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Lauren Anne Poem
I am the queen. I contain the universe.
Here is your proof:
this body warped.
Back bent. Ligaments stretched. Tender places torn.
See the fault lines of my fractured belly?
Evidence of thunder quaking.
The width of my hips tells tales.
Speaks of a new world that passed through me.
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Lauren Anne Poem
Cold down to the bone.
I hear the winter in the wind.
I walk on ice
and breathe in snowflakes.
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Lauren Anne Poem
Don't say you can't go on.
Your broken heart still beats.
Don't say you cannot bear this life.
Your aching chest still breathes.
Don't say you'll always be alone.
Your tired arms can hold and reach.
Don't say there's nothing left for you.
You have everything you need.
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Lauren Anne Poem
I miss the sound of crows in the morning, and the smell of earth by the road.
These things remain. I'm the thing that changed.
Where, oh where did I go?
I don't know when I first cast my eye
away from the cloud-brushed and unending sky
and found instead trifles.
Doing and having. Paying and owing. Going and getting.
When did I forget that the whole world is mine,
in a place with no place for should and must try....
in the call of the crows, the smell of the earth,
and the unending scope of the sky.
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