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Emerald

in the quiet of dawn
on this too-early morning,
I contemplate the mountains
that lay between here
and the kind of safety I once felt
whenever my mother held me,
back when nothing could go wrong

I welcome the rising summer sun
with pale, bare arms
having momentarily escaped
their sweatshirt prison;
I stop to savor the moment
on the warm brick steps
just outside my door;
they are as far as I can go today,
but maybe tomorrow
I’ll make it to the mailbox

anxiety has stormed the gate
and I’m locked up tight, its captive;
my gilded cage a suburban fantasy,
one where I have my shit together
and can take a shower
without wondering how many ways
I can die
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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