Connie Song

Poetry that bites

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In the end, we are nothing but moon dust
swiping left, swiping right
and if we remember the footsteps leading us back home
we still stumble in the doorway
losing consciousness after midnight.

We were fools to leave what was comfortable
screw the talisman that robbed us of our innocence
like the…

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There are moments in between
the anxiety,
the doubt,
the broken pieces of the puzzle,
when the sun warms the ground

and flowers feed the soul.

There are moments
scarred in moonlight,
lost in oblivion
when I’m feeling alone
or invisible,
but the earth welcomes me,
invites me to share in the joy
and hold…

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Connie Song

Connie Song

I write until it is time to kiss the moon and tuck in the stars. Medium Top Writer. Poetry. Editor of Purple Ink. Twitter Connie Song 10.