Mother,
I will blossom in the way you have designed it for me,
running, and falling, and getting back up; dusting off,
running, and falling, and getting back up; dusting off.
The world has bounds, but I will feel my way through.
Mother, I promise;
I will not keep the house tidy,
I will always walk alone at night,
and when the monsters come for me
from under my bed,
I will embrace them as a lover would
embrace me.
And I will live with passion in my heart,
and fire on my breath,
and collect the pieces of my past to scatter on the wind,
every day will be new, with a slight tinge of yesterday's brew.
And I will die with life in my veins.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
