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Long Gangly Arms

~ Sara ~ Leave a comment 
I have these
Long gangly arms
That just don’t know how to hug.
They’re made to keep people 
At least an arm’s length away.
I’ve been told I suck at hugging,
But the truth is I just don’t know
How to hug people I don’t like.
And boy are there a lot of people
I don’t care for!
How do I give someone who repeatedly
Hurt my loved ones
The same kind of hug I would give my loved ones?
I reserve the great big bear hugs
That show I care, and mean it,
For those that need it.
No, I will not give abusers my best hugs,
My best hugs are reserved for my best friends:
People who will appreciate awkward hugs
From a skinny girl with long gangly arms
Because they know what it’s like
To feel like you need to force showing affection
To those who don’t deserve it.

Inhale

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Inhale lightning
Exhale thunder
Fall steadily
The infinite descent

The vortex is forming
The storm is here
Feel the updraft
Take advantage
And take flight

Fearful and Avoidant

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Feeling wild and free
Feeling wide-eyed and please
Won’t you take my hand and
Let me in your band?
I thought we were together
But you didn’t call and say whether
You were too busy so I assume
You don’t want to be in the same room. 
Alone here I sit
Feeling lost: this is my exit.

Whatever May Come (Poetry by Sara)

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The excitement hits me like
Flurries in a New Hampshire winter–
Unexpected, out of nowhere,
Short lasting, but could amount to
Either the greatest day,
The messiest of situations,
Or nothing at all.
That’s okay.
Let the flakes fall
And land where they may.

Catch You on the Flip Side

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I am on a lifelong journey
That started at birth,
But won’t end with my death.
No, my spirit will venture onwards.

I will continue to explore the heavens
And the pits of Hell
Never knowing where I’ll fit in;

Even God doesn’t know what to do with me.

Amnesia

~ Sara ~ Leave a comment 
It’s a shame
I don’t remember much,
Because so much has happened.
I remember the car crash.
I remember buffalo sauce,
But I don’t remember much else.
I don’t remember what music
To which we made love.
I don’t remember when
Was the last time I showered.
I remember being furious,
And I remember feeling the stars
Between each of my finger tips.
I know I’ve done a lot of writing
Without a lot of saying.
I was afraid to open my mouth today,
What stupid words would I say?