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-The Machine-

The way I feel utterly alone.

In a marriage.

In motherhood.

In the world.

I return to the woods to feel whole.

I feel a part of the machine of the world.

There are no complexities here.

Safety in knowing how a fox will act.

Safety in knowing how the tree with sway.

Safety in knowing how the river will flow, on any given day.

I come back to feel whole.

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So...I wrote a whole other poem and maybe I will make that one into a post like I had planned and link it tomorrow. But, after a day, and reading Danii's poem in the comments, I wrote a whole other poem. It might not be good. But it sure was cathartic. Thank you to anyone who reads it.

The Weight of It

The way that everyone wants to be inclusive

As long as it is not inconvenient;

The way that people stop and stare

When he gets too close or echoes too loudly.

The way that we may never just get to go

To the symphony and call it a win.

The way that sometimes I wonder If a physical deformity might make it easier—

Mark us, undeniably, as "other"—

Until I remember that people are who they are.

The way that I can’t ever seem to stop hoping

That people might rise.

The way that that woman made my sweet girl cry today.

The way her brain is precious too,

And it isn’t fair that she has to be the ‘easy’ one.

The way that I can feel a whole landscape

Of emotions within the span of an hour;

The way that sometimes I can’t even cry

Because that would take

More than I have to give.

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