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Them.

October 1, 2018 ~ liezel graham

Be

yourself, but

not

like

that

you

are

too much,

too different,

too wrong.

Can you not

see

if you were only

more

like

me,

I would have no need

to gather

all

these

stones

around my feet.

— Them.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

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poet. storyteller. lover of words. seeker of healing. always searching for more. find me in the woods, or at the ocean’s edge, if only in my head. View all posts by liezel graham

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the postman with his monday smile, brings me a crisp . ‘to the parents of’ letter, . filled to all four corners with heavy words . alleles, genetics, and chromosomes, . and after the words have read me, . from top to bottom, and inside out, . i leave it lying face down on the kitchen table. . my son is in the other room, chocolate smears around his mouth, all the way down to where my father’s dimple cleaves his boy-chin. . he laughs from deep within his soft belly, dancing to a song that only he can hear inside his head. his smile can set paper on fire. . he holds both his hands out to me, . ‘dance with me mom, dance with me!’ . and i do. . — what to do with words from a geneticist. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Porapak Apichodilok. . . . #poetry #motherhood #boymom #autism #chromosomes #genetics #words #wordsmith #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #indiepoet #indiepoetry #liezelgraham #liezelgrahampoetry #livelifehappy #amwriting #life #poetrycommunity #shewrites

perhaps the hot words that i have . whispered . when i have been furthest from holiness, . might still make it to where they will be heard. . tucked into the pocket of my coat, . worn soft, and . frayed . from all the times that i have brought them to the edge of my faith, and . there are difficult things in this world, . impossible choices that leave me breathless, and reeling. . but still i ask for more, and . to be heard. . am i bold, or just blind to what you say my life should look like . before i am allowed to walk into heaven, . my hands full of hungry words. . — i am too hungry to care what you think about my holiness. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Nur Andi Ravsanjani. . . . . #poetry #poetryporn #woman #wordsmith #words #faith #beautyinthemundane #liezelgraham #liezelgrahampoetry #indiepoet #indiepoetry #honesty #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #poetess #poetrycorner #poetrycommunity #potd #amwriting #pexels #nurandiravsanjani

have they come back to haunt you lately? . all the women you once were. . do you . also wake up to the way you once walked the earth . . sitting darkly on the edge of your bed, . whilst the world is quietly sleeping. . as if there has only ever been peace underneath the night sky, and in your bones, and . you know that . that, is not true. . don’t you? . but also, you know better now, and . you leave a room differently now, to the way that you once did, before? . so gentle you are now, . and strong, . with your eyes always searching for the light, but . look at you! . so fierce in your fight to never be the same . as you once-upon-a-time were, and . you know so much better now, and . perhaps it is time that you let them all go. . leave them on the edge of the darkness, and . walk on, brave girl. . walk on. . — from time to time they will come back. this is ok. just walk on without them. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Lisa Fotios. . A little bit of encouragement for those of us who measure our lives in befores-and-afters. . From time to time they will come back — the ones we once were. . This is ok. . Just walk on without them, brave girl, just walk on. . liezel . . #poetry #words #wordsmith #liezelgraham #liezelgrahampoetry #spilledink #spilledthoughts #woman #womanpoets #healing #leaveyourpastbehind #poetrycommunity #indiepoet #indiepoetry #lookhowfaryouvecome #youarebeautiful #wordswithqueens #strongwomen #lisafotios #pexels

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