2011-01-09T18:17:44-08:00January 9th, 2011|Musings on life|

Disobeying the heaviness

I know a girl whose cheeks are grey
with sour boredom.
It’s as if gravity holds
her mood hostage
pulling her down into her ankle bones.

I want to yell and shock her
paint her hot pink
and say the perfect thing
to crack her open.

I want to make her fall in love
with the heaviness that pulls her eyelids shut
that rain brings puddles
and tulips.

Because life wouldn’t persist
if it wasn’t taunted.
Even a blade of grass needs to disobey
the heaviness.
There is glory,
that grass teaches us,
in simply
growing up.

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