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MindRiver in Stanzas


It seems to me that scabs bleed the longest 

And paper cuts sting the worst. 

Gunshots may take longer to heal, but I've heard that shock covers the pain. 

Not that I'd know. 

 

I'm trying to live the type of life a butterfly does. 

I think I'm at moth status. 

I really do love blankets, even if I lack some color. 

 

Sometimes people say I lack depth. 

The shallow end of the pool is still three feet six inches deep and 

That's over sixty percent of me.

Deep enough for me to breathe. 

 

I was taught to inhale five, hold four, exhale three. 

Try it. It's calming. 

There's so many little tricks life likes to help you with 

As it kicks you in the gut. 

 

Funny how what used to be the biggest problem in your life becomes the most manageable. 

I've never been more okay with second place. 

Pangs of pain are just fine nowadays. 

There's great irony in that. 

 

I guess the world is falling apart, 

But I think peace is putting it back together again. 

I'm just too young to know. 

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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.

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