Wednesday, June 12, 2013

My Whole Universe



No one asked me if you could leave
or if I ever needed you.
Control is an illusion.
I learn this; I am young.
Your absence is an animal
of subtraction and frenzy
locked in a cage while
people point and stare.
Will she fall in the bottle?
He does not raise her,
Not enough room in a brown bottle
for more than one.

But I rise like the sun
even if blurred by clouds
of self-doubt and despair,
and sometimes I am the moon
reflecting my own bright light.
My family,
they are my earth, my world
and collectively, my sun.
Our gravities push and pull.
We are globes of light and warmth
sustaining life against all odds.

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