Kat Smith Poems

Its not over, I think

no fear
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People washing around me

like waves on a teeming shore
all this life
...

I reached out.
My fingers tingled with the sensation of something almost new
On the edge of unfamiliar
On the very tip of exciting
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I blinked back tears
'not today'
or tomorrow
or yesterday
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I heard them
the silent ones
the quiet
the mute
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'No dad i would not like to go to dinner with you'
he was gonna say it
his hatred prickled off my skin
'miserable bitch'
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Write me
write me your music
a sonnet
a sweet symphony
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Corre, corre,
todos ustedes corren
el monstruo
el dolor
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Swaddle me in your darkness

wrap me in your pain
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Cried my self a river
and sailed it to a place were my tears dried up
It took me to a place at which i must marvel
It was beautiful
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