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The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Write
Poems
Writing
Bones
Grief
Cry
Nobody
Inside
Wants
Hear
Trauma

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I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
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My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
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You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.
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Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
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