Waking up in her body.
Her blankets welcoming me warmly
to the new day,
her apartment letting the light of
the sun ease me awake.
Finally, a clean slate.
Free from the binding shackles of
expectations, guilt, boredom.
Some things still linger from my past:
ambition, aspirations, hope.
My love remains true,
and as he whispers "good morning"
in my new ear,
I let my new smile test its limits.
Yes. It is good.
But when I go to the mirror
to analyze my new features,
I realize that it is me.
Nothing has changed on the outside.
And yet suddenly everything was
new.
-M.M.
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11:11
PoetryA collection of poetry about life through young eyes. Because sometimes you just have to cross your fingers, close your eyes, and make a wish. --- "11:11" is Megan McMahon's first completed poetry collection containing 36 pieces. Take a trip into he...
