i am i am i am, yet i am not
i don't think i have ever existed all in one place
sometimes i lose my shadow in a crowd
sometimes i find my heart left on a common walkway
i feel like i have found pieces of me in the gust of an autumn wind
or discover i left a sliver of myself right by my keys
some days i feel brimming and full
and on others not quite real at all
and as i gather up the thoughts that spilled out yesterday
and stuff them right back into the front of my brain
all they can ask is; have you ever been whole?
are you afraid to be?
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
