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 Jan 2016 Joanne Heraghty
JD
What am I supposed to do?
I couldn't keep hold of you
My grip wasn't strong enough
You slipped right through my fingers.

Is there anything left to say?
I know we're both not okay,
Should I just jump anyway
And be where you are?

What was I supposed to do?
Your hand felt so loose
Did you really wanna fall?
Leaving me all alone..

Can there be one last thing to say?
I really do hope you're okay
Who needs to be here anyways,
I bet your flying now.
 Dec 2015 Joanne Heraghty
Pax
labels
 Dec 2015 Joanne Heraghty
Pax
Sometimes,
you don't need any labels
to do what you love.
this was a comment back then as i read a particular piece here in HP, I've save it as a quote to share to everyone.
a quote, a reminder, a shout-out.
at one time, we were all migrants
we had a dream and tried to find it
the torch of freedom was our light of guidance
we might have died if our cries were silenced

their dream relies on our compliance
we can't decline the reasons behind it
hear their cries and let them find an alliance
they're just trying to escape the violence
America was built by migrants...i say, let them come...
 Nov 2015 Joanne Heraghty
L
11/9
 Nov 2015 Joanne Heraghty
L
"I am mine before I am ever anyone else's."
Working on an essay for college and I think I'll be using this as my personal motto and prompt

**
Leigh
you are not delicate.
when your flesh bruises, when your bones break, when your head aches, when your lover leaves, you will carry on.
there is a reason tears do not burn skin.
your muscles were made to lift your heavy heart and leaden legs.
you were made to carry on.

so when he says "i don't love you anymore," your bones will not allow you to collapse, your muscles will carry you forward. there is a reason your eyes are in the front of your head. don't look back.

you will not break.
you are not a cheap manufactured toy.
you are an exquisite human being hand-crafted by the likes of god,
heavy bones and bundled muscle
you are made of blood, sweat, and tears and you are resilient.

your heart strings are made of solid steel and though you may not have an iron grip, you learn to catch the curveballs. i promise

i know that your past sits on your shoulders, i promise that you were made to bear its weight.

so no, you will not break.
you are not delicate. you are strong, you are beautiful, you are unique.
you will not break.
you will endure
The summer air is cooling gradually,
The peaches are off their trees,
The leaves are preparing for autumn,
But it’s still only you I see.

And winter will gladly come,
We will be in school all day long,
I will spend the hours dreaming
Writing and singing your song.

Remember when you stopped,
So suddenly where we were,
You kissed me,
        I smiled,
I had a disease and you’re my cure,

Thank you, Beau.
the earth trembling in anticipation, leaves
lining up in a row, crimson colored and gently
swimming [floating] to the ground.
the earth consuming the sacrifice into a wintry grave
as the trees lay bare weeping over their fallen clothes
after the leaves get striped away I am still a    w i n t e r    t r e e
roots going deep; I am laying bare before you
The season’s first
snow. covers my
limbs still I am
alive through
the winter. Put
your ear to My
trunk [and hear
The Nutrients] I
am preparing
myself for
s p r i n g but
Still I remember
last year’s
Winter Count
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