Christina J. Williams Poems

The stress piles up like many books stacked up.

You push the books away, but more keep coming back.
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Talk.

For the world wants to hear you.
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You laugh.

You cry.
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You are awesome and I know it.

You are sweet and special.
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You wait and wait like a kid waiting to open a present.

Your stomach fills with butterflies waiting to flutter.
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Let go of the past.

Let go of the pain.
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You put your name in a box with a million others not knowing what the prize will be.
A person mixes them around
And your name gets called.
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I feel lost like a hat lost in the wind.
Will I ever get myself back or will I feel empty inside because of the loss of it?

I once knew who I was but now I am just someone else.
Trying to find myself in the darkness in hope that I will then find light.
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Would it matter if I was gone tomorrow?
Would it matter if I hurt myself?

For at times it seems like nothing matters.
Not even myself.
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Close your eyes and go to sleep,
And dream of something great.
For tomorrow you may not have another chance to dream big.

But if tomorrow you are given another chance of life.
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