I remember it
so well - end of August,
the air still rife with heat,
the night stars, and
I felt
that I was a star
just beginning to realize
my so-called "brilliance," and
for a moment I
believed
that life
was my thumb to bend
however far back I pleased,
perhaps even breaking
a bone
if I wanted to.
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Landscapes of the Mind - Poems
Poetry❝ ... abyss without color or stars, black hole we know not of until we are confronted by it. ❞ Poems of life, love, and mental illness not-so-loosely based on experience. ❋ ❋ ❋ © Copyright 2015-2017, by April Nicole Jones.
