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May 17, 2016

Liquid Life. {Poem}

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Liquid Life.

Sips of tea
soothe the throat
like
a stupid love song
heals the heart.

Paper crumples as I
rewrite
and
rewrite
this poem that I hope
to get right

eventually.

The moments of every day life,
contorted and skewed
like paint spread together
across a canvas full of
imagination.

Over thinking kills the memories
that once were cherished,
needed.

To take away the pain
would be taking away

life.

To feel is to be alive.
Pain is good
in doses.

The greatest strength
we have is to live
and
endure
this liquid life.
The tea slips down
a swollen throat.
The song keeps
playing
as the pen keeps moving.

 

 

Author: Shannen Hartmann

Image: Suzette/Flickr 

Editor: Emily Bartran

 

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