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LydiaLou

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

8 poems·Since July 2015

I am on fire for Jesus, & I live to make Him known. I write because words are my lifeblood. I need transfusions daily. I thrive on the words within & the words without. I am an old soul, trying to make it into the world of official adults. I endured Lyme disease, & am now on the other side of it. I am passionate about the pain & the stories of others. I love children & mamas.

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Polaroid Boy

July 30, 2015

In an Instagram world

You’re a Polaroid;

A fresh classic at heart,

Full of life and color

 

Undeterred by the norm,

You brim with good vibes;

Spreading tailor-made rays

Of sunlight through the trees

 

Your laugh is outrageous -

I strain just to hear

The tear-bringing joy sound

That bursts forth from your frame

 

Yes, that is the image

In you, Polaroid,

That the focus is on,

To best capture the light

 

Mirth, it forms in your eyes,

And now in my mind,

As I take mental shots

Of you rolling with glee

 

Oh, my Polaroid friend,

With your flashing smile,

And those belly laugh jokes,

You spread love instantly

 

One snapshot of you, child,

I share with the world

That you expose to me

In your own awesome way

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