Laugh, little child
Your humor will not
hurt you.
As you are carried
away on the carriage
of good intentions,
Only the fool’s plot will
harm you.
So go, dance, be free
but be wary of those who
carry the weight of ignorance.
Resist the smile that melts you
if the mind deceives you.
Small tricks and white lies accumulate
and drown you.
Be wary, but go,
laugh, little child.
There isn’t a because
there will never be a why.
Though there will always be questions
no answers are ready.
A blurred picture
we scramble to make out edges.
These things happen
they just happen.
Why?
White flakes twitter downward.
Vapor from my mouth hangs in the air.
Air like ice water travels down my throat.
The crunch under my boots persistent.
Cold fills my joints and soothes me.
Life at a standstill, stuck in ice.
In the winter we bundle and warm,
instead of what winter’s meant for.
I take off the extra layers
and watch them fall to the ground.
The shock of cold clears my head,
fills my soul.
This is winter.
The plastic stared
at me. The rot sneered.
Everything in that pit
was garbage.
Once it was a birthday,
a carved pumpkin.
Happy things to fill places with.
But then we threw it away.
We cared no longer.
There would be more fakes
to tend to, but this
is the original.
These were the first.
And the last.
These are the
broken dreams.
Folded into myself
afraid to spread my wings
fingers bitten by the cold
snowflakes cut my skin
others sneer
I’ll show them
if only
I cautiously
open my arms
risking the tender flesh
for a fleeting chance
a chance to soar
avoiding glares
I leap to the skies
grow strong branches
in midair
I fly
soaring above the cold
above them
this is what I
was meant for
toes wiggle in
the smooth mud
your lips move
I don’t hear
mud calls me
I want it
thick, soft mud
to curl up
inside the mud
shut my eyes
plug my ears
your lips move
I don’t hear
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