The Lark
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The Lark

No Apologies

A poem

Person looking intensely through their reflection
Photo by Alexei Maridashvili on Unsplash

Voices split
By my reflection;
Your body is not something
To fear,
But something to live by.
Your mind is not something
To fear,
But something to live by.
20, 30, years of mistrust
Of the boat called life —
(Don’t rock this catalyst!)
Experience spells electricity
In my cells,
Carries me to
The depths of hell
Tortures me like justice was never signified;
Same cells haphazardly carry me to elation
Into the language of music…

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Ordinary Thorn

Ordinary Thorn

Professional Eccentric. Unprofessional Organizer. Writer. Cat lover. Tea drinker. Frugal & Utilitarian Minimalist. Van (or truck camper?) Lifer. Poetry Fan.