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one day soon
we’ll be sitting in the sun
the beach waves flicker
with sunlight, reflecting back

a nearby stereo plays
a song you love
people around you laugh
about their sundays

one day soon
but until then, remember
that life is a string of moments
from one to the next
and this current one we’re in
is just one of them

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in a calm bravery
persevering against all odds
we pick ourselves up and
laugh through bitter tears

I remember when scraped knees
would sting my demeanour
swearing off risk and telling myself that
pain wasn’t worth it

how many mountains have I climbed since
how many knees, scraped
in the valiant effort
to fail and fail and fail
until I didn’t

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sometimes, my ambition runs hot
wavering like summer heat
stifling and overwhelming and
exhausting

there are days like today
when I’m braver than my own good
and I imagine this insurmountable wave
a tidal collapsing, rushing the shore
and I can’t see the other side

a pathway I can’t see yet
and it feels big and it feels scary
and I don’t know if I’m meant to make it
this is the part where I tell you
I’ll do my best
and that no matter what, everything will be fine

but lately I’m fantasizing that tidal wave
and how refreshing it will be
when it crashes over me

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the days get warmer
and I swear I’m getting softer
I think of teenage times when
everything felt monumental
every moment mattered

I would wear my favourite cardigan
the one with tiny pockets
and I’d walk to school, wondering how
time passed between one and the next

lately I’m watching entire seasons pass
from my patio window
I wish so deeply to
go back to when the world was small
and everything was significant
I could live in that naivety
just a little bit longer

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there are so many moments in any given day
that are worth remembering
to one day reminisce about

I keep having to remind myself that
life really is just a string of moments
and whether or not I remember them all
isn’t the point

maybe we’re meant to forget the small things
that come and go every day
maybe they’re placeholders
fill in the blanks for
all the big stuff coming our way
that we haven’t envisioned yet

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rain dances
sun radiates
waves crash
a world of endless movement
what does that freedom taste like

a fruit just out of reach
an apple, unpluckable
do I have to be taller to reach it
or is it simply not mine to have

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some days I feel like rain
when it pours like a weight
I’m asking others to carry

some days I feel like snow
falling, slowly
landing wherever feels right
at the time

some days I feel like sunshine
warm and light and full of life
eager to share it with everyone I meet

and some days I feel like dew
drops on a blade of grass
starting fresh, starting anew
no matter what happened yesterday

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I remind myself of all the times I swore
I couldn’t do it
when I was ready to give in
the fear too palpable to swallow

I think of those moments
life-changing decisions I couldn’t see myself
seeing through
and think of who I am today

the antithesis of that fear
the phoenix from that rubble
I take those ashes and scatter them
like confetti

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I once used to choose between essentials
to save on the costs I’d accrue
so frugal in my pursuit of protecting
my coin purse

that fallen sparrow
that delicate insecurity
of knowing what I needed and yet
simply could not afford

I remind myself to be thankful
to be in a position of privilege
to have the power to pay for
the things I deserve
because of what I’ve built
because of everything I’ve achieved
because of the person I’ve grown to become
all those years ago