well, it's nearly midnight
and i'm up again thinking
about someday when i might
feel different
maybe my chest will split open
raw and alive
for the first time in my life
or maybe my eyes will open
and i will see light and
brilliant color on my own
from my own soul
maybe none of this will happen
and i might stay in this night
forever
but i have been practicing
telling myself that dawn
is on its way and
all i need is a little
graceful patience
i hope it does not come too late
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
