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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
Writing
Bones
Grief
Cry
Nobody
Inside
Wants
Hear
Trauma
Write
Poems

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and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
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Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!
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Everything but I LOVE YOU is small talk.
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I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.
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If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
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And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.
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I have always been comfortable weathering the storm. I’d like to get more comfortable weathering the sunny day.
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When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
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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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This is my body. It is no one's but mine.
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The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.
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