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Your judgmental gaze cannot melt
the lines of my mistakes, they have become
collective beauty I hold as my reward for living
unimaginable shapes to fill with crayoned hues
I am my own coloring book
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© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Option – a thing that is or may be chosen

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What if you believed it would all work out?

Would your breath come with ease
would you giggle at yourself, delight in the breeze
raise your waving hand, yell out “me too,”
with the aliveness of your five year old self?

Would you skip across the parking lot
dressed in sequins, colors that say, “I have arrived.”
Would you walk long enough to greet the dusk
stepping lightly until it kissed the sky goodnight?

What if you did?

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

A benevolent view

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what you had always assumed

to be solid, now soggy sadness

water warped windows with

a view misguided, bended

memories altered the truth

will you forgive yourself

for all that was unseen before?

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Forgiving Fridays at Forgiving Connects

Let me

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I will sing you comfort when your voice forgets the notes.

I will sing you a clearing to feel the warmth on your back.

I will sing you courage for days when you need to hear the music again.

I will sit in silence listening to your song

when you have forgotten it exists.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Her Why

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It went around her neck, a symbol smooth of warmth

concise clarity, just enough weight to feel the ground

hold onto when her confidence didn’t show up for work.

 

It replaced her doubts packaged with strings of anxiety

long ago shipped on away. Her essential purpose

written to last, needed all of the available room.

 

The chain lay lightly on her chest, polished by her daily reaching.

She was never without it, the promise made for small faces

their eyes questions from a future she would never see.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

“He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.” – Nietzsche

Seasonal Departure

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At the station, the train of life only pauses

our illusion of control blankets nature’s causes.

 

Nights to days shift, and the engineer steers

rhythm of the planet moves through the years.

 

Cycle of no endings, wheels freely spin

untouchable by human error, solstice arrives again.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Couplets for the Solstice – dVerse poetry challenge

Resilience

 

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To open, fold back each layer

expose your inner colors

is nothing small.

I see courage in your willingness

to fully bloom. Expose the tender.

A relentless showing under a threatening sky.

After the loss of petals, burnt leaves.

You still choose the sun over fear

knowing the rains never stop

and summer doesn’t last.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018