Bethany Maxwell Poems

What does freedom really mean?
My mother letting me make decisions,
That is freedom.
The ability to make my own passion,
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My Love,
The nights have grown longer,
The days have become shorter,
Yet still the length of which I spend watching you.
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It’s too dark to see in the dawn’s early light.
The horizon is blurred,
The smoke glows red.
There’s fire everywhere,
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They said to me,
"I disagree with what you're saying,
But you have talent."
No, no, it was more like…
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My hips keep time,
Sixty second circles,
Forming minutes in the air;
My heart beats out the moments,
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Tomorrow is another day,
So don't let today stop you.
Tomorrow is unbroken,
Even if today is shattered,
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One day a year sights and sounds combine into one,
As people sing of love and joy,
As lights flash and music rings.
On this day people join,
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I can feel the air around me,
I can see the people laughing and singing,
I can be the spirit in the trees,
I can fly with the birds in the sky.
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Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?
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Losing grip she holds to life,
She tells herself she won't let go,
Yet here she sits holding the knife,
Moving it ever so slow.
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