Caroline F.


If opening my mouth to the
Rain would clean my teeth,
I would do it, because I’m
Scared of bristles and toothpaste and floss.

It’s hard to take life seriously
When I'm given a map,
Flashing arrows on the path,
I’d rather be spinning in circles and lost.

If I could find some cheap stones
I’d build a castle of protection,
And I would only let people in
Who cause chaos and are to my perfection.
Black nights I wait for morning
In a room full of art,
I don’t flick on the lights to see,
I’m scared of possibilities behind the dark.

If while running for miles
I could store impulse in my body,
I’d run to a cliff over the ocean
And stand dangerously close to falling.
To reach freedom of clear air
I must break off from cold ground,
But the walls I have built are too heavy,
Too strong, I can’t soar when I’m weighed down.
I know heights make me queasy,
Fear of flying chews at power,
But I want to cut my ropes,
Dance up to the clouds, to the sun I won’t cower.

On a still summer day
In a swampy river with boats,
We’ll jump into the current, I’ll watch people pulled by,
I prefer to tread water than float.


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