Poems from Meg.Hempy13
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“In our dreams we are not constricted by worry about how we will appear to others...
Dad worked two jobs.
I saw him 3 nights a week
he was always stressed
and sad.
My clothes never fit right.
I was the kid with no school...
The body in sleep, calmDeep breathsLimbs relax into dead weightHardly moving.The approach to dreamland almost complete.Knock KnockThe body...
The wind,
a merciless bully,
Forces the trees into morning yoga.
Branches incessantly reach toward roots.
The world,
or maybe the sky,...
There is an art to being alone
If you aren’t careful, you can lose your mind.
Get too immersed, you may lose your body too.
I am content,...