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Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Poems 1962 - 2012

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The right one for you will move mountains to be with you—he won’t hide behind them.

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The flowers she wants 🌻💨

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Bad Guy

It’s easy to make me evil. 

In fairy tales I’m usually the 

heartless villain. 

I’m the female Dracula sucking out souls

according to some people.

I’ve learned no one likes honesty

except when honesty is kind, and

I’m not always nice. 

If that makes me evil, 

I’ll proudly take the title of the villain.

I’ll wear it with honor like a 

first place medal.

I’ll be the evil witch that some like to think I am.

Casting truth spells that force others to

wake up, and see what they’ve done.

They can say I’m the bad guy to deny their truth

all they want,

at least I’m an honest one. 

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Leave a 💚 if you agree that people often view change as a bad thing.

Always remember that life begins at the end of your comfort zone!

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She could not see the darkness

living beneath his angelic flesh,

did not know her lungs would char

the second their lips touched.

*

Maybe she had forgotten where

the devil first claimed his home,

forgot that heaven’s light once

warmed his face, filled his soul.

*

She discovered as the end came

that the moves they had made

in this indoctrinated dance, every

spin and fall, each bloodied step

had been leading to this moment.

*

It started with the moon.

Ethereal Selene’s chariot

buckled among the clouds,

it began to fall in embers

from a sky already on fire;

billions of stars long dead

tumbled from their open tomb.

*

Soon the streets were chaos,

and she stood, bent crooked,

mouth gushing blood and ash,

so much agony in

those blackened lungs,

the rest of her could not bear it.

*

Organs staining once holy ground,

her patchwork heart in cinders,

her last breath tasted of freedom;

she no longer wished to hold any

part of her that had harboured him.

*

He wished her fallen, unfixable.

The flowers would turn their stems,

the sun would refuse its warmth,

she would search for comfort

at the end of every barren road

and find no salvation but him.

*

But he was not the first to

seek out her destruction,

countless times her heart

had shattered,

countless times her heart

had repaired.

With each new scar

she grew more powerful

than she had been before.

*

In his fire she had perished,

from her ashes she would rise.

*

Feathered wings grew from

her melted shoulder blades,

crusted ash turned to gold,

she soared far above the clouds,

her tears tended the wasted soil,

her song reshaped the sky.

.

—there was born the Phoenix,

forever free to fly.

// l.j.h.

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Starry Starry Night | Loving Vincent (2017)

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My daughter and I are getting so close to reaching our very 1st goal!

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