lisa hart Poems

It is not in silence that I feel alone:
the absence of voices
the deep black peace of night or
the tranquility of a deserted stretch of shore
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There is proof of my life everywhere:
initials carved into tree's bark
songs i always sing along to on the radio
the tatterd books lying under my bed
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It took the innocence of childhood
for me to wish to be an actress
a social worker
a doctor or author
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In the restaurant, i watched her face
and my mothers by her side,
trying to see the similarities,
the swoop of their noses
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when we planned our sleepover

it was meant to be just us.
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