Opposing

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Cody Davis

coloring outside the lines
from early on
disciplined often
she didn’t play well with others

rebellious and obnoxious
loud and proud
seeking attention
needing to be heard

she found the majority
were not her clan
so proud to be dissentient
always doing things her way

mostly on the outside
peering in
headstrong and defiant
a breed born of dysfunction

but she was strong and capable
a mover and shaker
mystifying the competition
finding her peace anyway

Whispering Gratitude

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one last time
a slow stroll
rising up the stairs
feeling the worn railing
under my hands
gliding on the smoothness
of years waxed
with the oils of progeny

peering into the empty bedrooms
faintly hearing the cacophony
of my giggling girls
from ancient slumber parties
the distant laughter
echoing in the corners
what the walls have heard
of childhood secrets

turning to the future
gently placing one foot
down in front of the other
thank you, safe haven
i’ll treasure the memories
as one last sigh escapes
and one tear travels down
i say goodbye

 

 

Getting Centered

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when anxiety
diligently tries
to undermine
my efforts to live

i go inward
scared, asking questions
insulating in a bubble
surrounding my pain

it’s a lonely conflict
ravaging my body
me damaging me
tearing up my psyche

then i write

poetry
my conduit
to understanding
myself and life

Feeding Intimacy

Originally published on IWH January 23, 2018. Enjoy!

I Write Her

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The chase included all the delicacies love snacks on, fills up on even.

I kept coming back for more. You provided, I was hooked.

I could be satiated whenever I needed.

You kept your buffet stocked. A beautiful presentation.

I never felt hungry, rather I was full.

Years went by, I remained well fed.

We were happy. For a bit.

Then more years passed and the spread was less colorful, it didn’t speak to me.

And then, I began to notice less and less on the table before me, even some spoilage.

Hmmm, I’m hungry. That’s new.

I mentioned the pangs, I cried that I was hungry, I hurt going to sleep at night.

You ordered take-out, we ate together. For a bit.

Going down it felt like fake food, second-hand and ABC cud.

A temporary fix to fill a gaping hole, only as required.

But then you starved me. I lost so…

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