For the one who didn't look back
Originally Published: February 25, 2017
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It was the color
Of the sun retiring to its bed
When the day was discharged
And her eyes were empty
And her muscles raw
Of streetlights lining the sidewalk
As she plodded home
Averting her eyes
From the ghosts of memories
Of the moss that crept
Along the trunk of the tree
She knew too well
Where a heart was hastily etched in the wood
It was the color
Any color but the color
Of a lone boat rocking
On the rising and falling sea
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Finding Our Constellations
PoetryWe look up at the stars and find in them a constellation. This is a collection of letters written in the form of poetry. Inspired by the ups and downs of high school.
