Poem: Layers
Cutting into an onion, I will make you cry.
Peeling away the parts you can’t eat,
will remind you of the memories,
those things not easily erased,
ever present.
Getting to the middle, I will make you know.
No matter how much you break apart the whole,
the essence remains intact,
creating disconnect,
never leaving.
Reaching the center, I will make you crumble.
Wrapping your hand around the core,
trying to cover the pain,
insistent tears.
Discarding the rest, I will make you realize.
Walking into the shadow of the day,
behind the closed door,
into unfamiliarity,
repeating again.
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Stand Still Near Trees Like a Wandering Giraffe
Take Flight From a Pond Like Exploring Ducks
Sit Sleeping in the Grass Like a Young Rabbit
Swim Easily in the Water Like Curious Fish
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