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In this dream, I change. 

 

I tuck astray hair behind my ear without irritation,
slant over the child with a smile the world hasn't seen,
look the year in the eye before it stares back. I smile
so my sabr is documented - my attendance, a matter
of record. 

 

I feel my Pulse with a wrist half a world away, hush Aleppo
with my finger pressed to the parted lips of tear gas.
I taste ash and tell myself it is not children bones. 

 

I resist the urge to pray. Send thoughts with guilt.
Come up for air only to wish to have lost the ability to. 

 

In this dream, I remember the poem.

The one this soil once trembled underneath.
My pregnant mother's feet hurt with my added weight;
she always knew this world was not one for a heart
like mine; she didn't hear my heartbeat until I was breach
at birth. Somewhere in Kashmir, the valleys shake under
a new mother's footsteps. The Himalayas tremble
with a baby's fear. Somewhere between my smile and the pellets
holding their breath in the hills, a mother prays. 

 

Perhaps,
the dream can be a dream in her baby's head. 

Perhaps,
the nightmare can be called what it is. 

Perhaps, the smile stings --

 

the crying finally
stops. 

 


first poem of 2017. I've missed sharing my work just because. <3
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muscularteeth Featured By Owner May 9, 2017
what an awful year it was. profoundly sad but also very important. you captured its essence perfectly.
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PatchworkLynx Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2017   Writer
This is beautiful
"I taste ash and tell myself it is not children bones. "
as well as the imagery of Kashmir and the Himalayas
Heart 
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your-methamphetamine Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Student Writer
thank you  <3
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tyler2135 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2017
Thank you for the poem
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
This poem is so darklight lovely alive. Sharp, but cuts in a slow way.

I resist the urge to pray. Send thoughts with guilt. 
Come up for air only to wish to have lost the ability to. 

This is probably one of my favorite things I've read in a while.
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your-methamphetamine Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Student Writer
thank you so much! <3
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Adrolyn Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very emotional

Very awesome

You are
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your-methamphetamine Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Student Writer
thank you!
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