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Smoke Ring Halos

Poem Two Of "Lemon" Series

By Hannah PatPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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i’m waiting for something, i think.

smoke pushes against my skin

like a balloon rising above gray

clouds. but with that glazed eye,

i fear i’m losing my fear.

fear of failure, fear

of forgetting

the person i need

to be.

i need to be

good. i fear i am no good.

good.

it's good to be afraid.

afraid means alive.

afraid means pushed

to run, to keep your eyes

open, to change.

...

most the time i want to be

safe. as the smoke nuzzles

into my lungs i feel

peace and freedom and

that is not good because

i am not at peace. i am not free.

i am anxious but pretend i'm not,

i am sad and it sends me in circles

between falling deeper in the flames

and looking up to heaven longingly.

i'm afraid and that's probably

the best thing i can be.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Hannah Pat

Curry College '21 Communication Major, English Minor.

Words are the greatest tool and weapon.

Trying to save up money for study abroad— any little bit helps!

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