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Journal Sessions: Period Poem

  • Writer: Danielle Arama
    Danielle Arama
  • May 11, 2017
  • 1 min read

Finding words

gets a little bit harder

at the end

of the month

Like catching fish

in the bay

today

compared to a generation

or two

ago

Like seeing the world

through the opposite

of rose-colored glasses

and looking into the mirror

unable

to take them

off

Like watching water begin

to bubble

and willing it not

to boil

by asking

nicely

Like a fallen kite

in the sand

wanting

to sink

deeper

out of embarrassment.

Not stopping to think

it's not her fault

that there is no wind

today.

Not remembering

that someday soon

she

will

soar


 
 
 

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