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Home First Breathes Within Ourselves
I didn’t just tiptoe gracefully into love with you; I spiraled into the delirious clashing of two furious tidal waves with untrusting eyes wide open - eager to create shared magic on the blank canvas of us. Intentionally and with the careless exhaustion of a gun-shy heart. “Just one foot in front of the other,” I whispered to my weary soul. It’s what we bend to unquestionably in the midst of unnerving chaos.
By Lauren Schussler4 years ago in Poets
In the Darkness of Night
My father fought in World War II. He was seriously injured during a major battle in the South Pacific. A grenade landed in his foxhole killing his best friend and filling him with shrapnel. He very rarely spoke of his wartime experience, but in the evenings, when we would be sitting quietly you could feel the burden was still with him. During the night he would often have the same nightmare, you could hear him fighting that battle, always waking up with the grenade landing in the foxhole. Growing up I heard that nightmare hundreds of times.
By Steve Lance4 years ago in Poets
