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Note To Self; Keep Breathing. Maybe

Poetry By: DannikaSummers

I wrote this in the only positive phase I have ever experienced.

Submitted:Apr 4, 2014    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

there are so many places that i have not yet
put my feet to, there are four colours that i have not
had in my hair, nights that i
have not spent on beaches looking at the moon or
walking in the rain, there are candles
i have not seen my sister and my best friend
blow out on their cake each year, there
are languages that have not touched my cheeks the
way the sun does in the summer,
there are recipes i have not learned at 3am, there
are so many faces that i don't know but could make
me laugh on a train journey or become the
love of my life, there are cigarettes i have not said
no thank you to because i decided my lungs
are precious, there are days that i will be sad and happy
and furious and they will blur together, there are songs that
have not yet wound themselves into me and nestled in my
chest, there are kisses that will happen
or maybe they won't,
children i might raise with names that spill from the
pages of my favourite novels.

what i'm trying to say is that sometimes
i don't want to live but
i don't want to be drizzle, i want to be a hurricane.
i will be okay.


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