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Words of WisdomBeware the monsters, dearest child,
Beyond the chain-link fence.
Their ways are fierce and dark and wild;
Of right they have no sense.
Do not approach the fence, my dear,
It cannot lead to good.
Don't venture out, don't face your fear,
Just do as mother would.
Speak not to those across it, for
Their ways are not our own.
Never seek or strive for more,
Or question the unknown.
And never listen to their words,
For what they say is true,
And if you ponder what you've heard,
You'll find they're just like you.
EchoesThe dull tap of pebbles on glass
When you came to visit me every night
The scraping of shoes on roof tiles
And the birds chirping at the sunrise
When we talked until dawn berated us
The laughs of children playing
In the park where you gave me that ring
The small, hopeful "yes" in response
And the gentle tapping of tears
Falling at last for the right reasons
The murmur of the crowd in the pews
As you walked to me down the aisle
The solemn words of our vows
And the happy offerings of friends
As we stepped into life together
The patter of feet on linoleum floor
When she took her very first steps
The crackle of tape on cardboard
And the engine fading into the distance
When she set out to find her own path
The chirping of cicadas in summer
When we sat side by side on the porch
The distant sirens through stifled sobs
And the droning, sickening beep
That meant I would now sit alone
Silence isn't quiet anymore.
A Heart on FireI want to be brave.
Brave, like risking everything,
Like standing up when others sit,
Like getting up each time I fall.
I know I can be brave.
Brave, like loving unconditionally,
Like admitting a secret,
Like having faith in the unseen.
I will be brave.
Brave, like swallowing a grenade,
Like facing an angry dragon,
Like standing firm through the flames.
I am brave.
Brave, like one more round,
Like Him who gives me strength.
Brave, like you.
[Mis]understandingHey Iris, it's me.
First of all, I'd like to apologize for hurting you. When it all comes down to it, I have you to thank. Without you, who knows if she would have made it this far? You're not the enemy; you've only been doing your best to protect her and keep her safe, and I understand why you take your role as the protector so seriously. You've had so many foes, and you have fought hard to keep them at bay. And in return, all you got was another foe: me. I'm sorry for that, too. At the time, I really didn't understand you. You and I both know that she's not the best at confrontations, and she really does need you to fight on her behalf. I understand why you hurt her, too. The world is a dangerous place, and you used the tools you had to try and keep everything under control. It's not about pain, and it's not about cruelty; it's about love. You knew all along that the world could (and would) do far worse; that's what you were protecting her from. (And for that, I am grateful!) Please
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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