Time spins and you don’t know who
Who YOU are
For do you choose
Or are you chosen
Connection blossoms
When the 2 way street
Greets green lights
paired
Autonomy frozen you’re chosen
The names you tattoo you choose
shared
existing as the petals you place around yourself
Breathing as the flower with lost petals drifting and found petals floating
Existing in the fragments of the petals
In the delicate and sensitive crevices
In the occasional dullness seeping into the former colorful petals
Yet beauty prevails
For beauty has chosen each time
You
To hope that choice is sincere
Is all you can carry
Because to know one takes two
And this is you
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Author:
jayohess (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My father would tell me everyday before I left for school, "Remember who you are." Yet I never asked him what that meant. I can recall him emphasizing this statement when he knew I was going through a difficult time. I've reflected on this. Personally that phrase helps me remember that I am loved. That I can be held, carried, caught, and loved. We need someone else to help us remember who we are. I truly believe that.
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