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Now, I am here, now
I am here, now, I
am here, now, I am.
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Hope Is the Thing with Feathers, and She Looks Like a Creature Who's Been Through It
Hope is the thing with feathers, and she looks like a creature standing thigh-deep in a pile of her own ash and soot, with watery eyes and she’s choking a little on the tendrils of smoke still curling up from the black, charred evidence of the past nine months — compiled at her sore and clawed, tired and somewhat unevenly sized feet.
By Bethany Dodge3 days ago in Poets
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I don't know why, but this haiku gave me a sense of anxiety. Maybe it was the repeating lines, but it felt like the poem was trying so hard to convince me that I am feeling like myself. (I haven't a clue if that was what you were going for haha) I really liked it! So simple but so effective.