Shit,
I may have messed it up
By trying,
By dreaming more,
I’ve ruined the design,
I’ve shot my foot,
For wanting meaning,
And not just economic security,
But there I think I’ve done it,
Done too much,
Ventured too far,
And you’re not disabled they’ll claim,
But here I am debating whether
I should try,
Or remain dull and lame.
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Someone’s Hero
I do not see it,
Day to day,
The me that takes your breath
Away,
I need reminded now
And then,
That I am much greater
Than I imagine,
How far I have come,
How much I have done,
I must stop and really try
To recall,
But from the outside
From someone else’s view,
To appreciate
That I may be
Someone’s hero,
Just by being me,
Despite the odds,
By living,
By persevering
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Glass
Written 2006
Tears have dried
Coarse salt remains
Jagged crystals
That burn
Blur and tear
At my eyes
So young
But this soul
Is so old
Filled my quota
Now I balance checks
On rain
My stare is not empty
But behind
layers of glass
— scorched salt
of my tears
She of Letters 