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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Falling Stickers

All the things that I pray
 God will show me,
all the questions I've asked
glow like stars, stickered
on my bedroom ceiling

The place of horizontal whispers
too weak to straighten out
all that the day
 has bent out of shape
 the stars peel and fall
while gravity rolls its eyes

The place of kneeling wishes
never standing up
 to open the lids
 that block its dreams

The place I'm leaving
to find somewhere
open and true
to wake up to

1 comment:

  1. Again, I know I say this often, but your heart just bleeds in your work and I love feeling it, seeing it and knowing you are sharing so deeply.

    You are poetry.


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