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I did not speak a word.

You did.

Fist held high,
Shaken with pride.

And I in quiet,
Fearing inside.

But instead
I sat,
Waiting for calm.

But you infact
We're sure with your hand.

And then you knew,
That I would wait.

For you to end
In a different state.

Tears were shed
And your body gave.

But me?
I told you,

It was okay.
Given,
Taken.
Such is the cycle
Of this little earth.

But a gift I've gotten
Is bigger than her.

A soul
So sacred,
He's kept in dirt.

Blooming through soil
And grows with worth.

Such is the flower
That shines in day.
Through thorn and wind
He'll gently sway.

Through sun and moon
He still is raised.
And the life he gives,

Is more valued than rays.
It's unsteady, you say.
The boat it rocks,
It moves,
And sways.

But its just the waves.

The boat is small,
It feels unsafe.

Stay still, and trust,
It will land you safe.

But the shore is far,
Will the journey end?

Be still, and sit,
And enjoy it instead.

For the bumps and sighs
You face ahead,

Is worth the time
To reach the end.
A shiny spark ,
Right from the start.

Your waves they wash
My thoughts of dark.

A stand of silence,
I think of you.
Waking up
At times too soon.

You write your songs
For me to play.
Like bells I hear
On Christmas day.

Early mornings,
A talk at seven.
Words of light
Till almost eleven.

And you ,
Yes you,

Are the air I breathe.
With our bond so tight,

From your soul so deep.
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I live a life
Of dreams in day.
Loves of light
I often gave.

Connections bloom
Like flowers in May.
The air it looms
Through bright lit rays.

Song birds in tune
As I skip and sway.
My mind now bright ,

And here I’ll stay.
I know
There is light.
I can see it
Through these cloudy skies.

And I know you say
‘There’s more than meets the eye.’

And you’re right.

But this day is night
And for now I ponder,

A cycle of death
I sit so somber.

Yet I know that all
Will come to flow.

But for now
I feel
So very low.
Chelsea Quigley Dec 2024
Here I sit ,
In the core of night.
So far from bright
Are my eyes so sore.

And my mind
It’s worn.
From troubles that aren’t
The ones I’ve bred,

For now I hold
A plate of death.
Made by others ,
That chose me instead,

To bear the suffers
Of life’s loose ends.
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