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i wrote this poem, and it's been a very long time since i've written a poem, but i believe that poems should be shared, so here it is, in the name of sharing:

"Stillness"

I want to be strong for the daughter
I may one day have
I want to look out the window hoping
that tomorrow will not frighten
my sense of the world
and who I am.
I want to be able to tell her
that I lived.
Hoping.
Praying that this black mist that
swirls
and eats me up from the inside
will not affect the sunflowers
the sky or
the soft, effortless wind that
tickles my cheek
and plays
with my hair.

I don’t want to tell her that I’m scared
Scared to live, scared to die
unsure how to fill the moments
that creep by, in between, while I wait for her

I am her.

A young girl, waiting for the bus
insecure and lonely and
wanting life to be so much more.

I want to look at her one day and
tell her,
“I am alive.
Like you, I can feel the rush of air
inside me
and take it for granted.”

I will look at her, and tell her she is beautiful.
An emblem of strength
of hope, of all the things
I ever wished she could be.

And one day, because of her
I will look in the mirror, and know that
after all the time I spent, cold and alone and
staring up at the night sky
that my path was true, all along.

She is my mirror, my reflection, my truth
And I am her servant, her admirer,
the pillow she will rest on
when midnight comes again.

But now, in my hopes, my wishful looks
at the world around me
I am alone, waiting
wondering
if the life i have imagined
will arrive, someday,
or simply cease to be.