Adalie Hettie Poems

She sings about the struggle
It surrounds her, absorbs her
Like the color purple
She’s tired of thinking
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I will keep this vessel shielded; no blood will be shed from your sharp tipped spear.

I’ve been running through my ages, blindly dodging despair.
True to me are treacherous thoughts that continually wander back there.
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A place to let my mind wander
My thoughts flow freely
My body moves toward the trees
Listening to the autumn songs
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They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
And I often wonder how much of you is a part of me?
I vaguely remember what I saw.
Looking through little eyes,
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This time it’s too late
The permanent markings are taking shape
I know it in my soul; I know it’s too late
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If you could see me in death what would you say?
Was your life's devotions played out in vain?
I see your disappointment in the box where you lay.
I understand your pain from the picture that you portray
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For never being real
I hide away.
The mind releases transparent slides; a life
Exposed,
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Don’t say those things to me
I’m bent like blue fuzzy pipe cleaner
How did you think that would make me feel?
I thought that maybe you’d listen
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Is there a certain art to war?
Moving piece by piece through each man’s quarrel-
Where will I find the blood soaked words?
Stains that tell the story of each soldiers’ sword.
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It must be there,
Somewhere in the sand.
A simple wooden box
With a little silver key.
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