The journey begins
Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling
Read the poemThese are poems about becoming: identity, selfhood, reinvention, and the quieter work of turning into a life you can recognize as yours.
This is one of the clearest ways into the archive if you are not arriving through grief but through change.
Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling
Read the poemTreasure the time you have on stage, For you may not always sing so sweet. Jump as high as you possibly can—
Read the poemThe flame begins to burn In the palace of imagination, surrounded by Thousands of books, millions of words,
Read the poemDon't let the thing you needed most, Yet never received, Become the flashlight without
Read the poemCan you arrange the blocks And place yourself within? Can you draw the intricate maze
Read the poemWhen you hear the piercing cry for help From a member of your tribe, Her children clutched by her side,
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