quicksilver-times - pardon me but,
pardon me but,

how’d you get here? (she/her)

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Centuries She Lived,

Centuries she lived,

she hid and

lamplight dimmed

in the presence of

shadows she made

Silence stretched over

her feelings

no one ever heard her pleading

Her emotions lacked composure

so she built defenses

dug her trenches

a solitary shoreline

comprised of boulders

catching memories

as though she’s stealing

timelines that couldn’t be

yearning for some slice

of what’s appealing

to shatter glass atop a ceiling

despite orders decreed

fate’s fleeting dealings

left her reeling

contemplating life

and its proceedings

forced to deal

knowing destiny

withholds revealing

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In fleeting moments of beauty

will you think of me?

If there was one image

to come to mind

when my name is murmured in kind

ringing ears

interjecting thoughts

what would it be?

In Fleeting Moments Of Beauty

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1 year ago
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11 months ago

To be a woman

is to change

constantly.

Raised to know your name

is temporary

and your home is fleeting.

When I was little

I envied my brother

our last name was forever his.

Our family line

is one and the same

and yet I will be

some forgotten member

of the family tree.

I struggled to accept

my storyline would soon enough

be lost in time.

To be a woman

is to bid farewell

to multiple versions

of yourself.

- fleeting thoughts 9/26/24


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1 year ago
Unable To Let Go Yet It Hurts Being Too Close.

Unable to let go yet it hurts being too close.


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1 year ago
Just Because I Take What Comes Doesnt Mean I Do Not Wonder What Drives Us Forward.

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