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The Best Version - By Jan Richard Baraceros




The morning breath feels so warm today

The Tuesday sun feels so nice this way

How miserable I must be back then—

To not be singing with the windows open.


Making space for things to come

A silent song I often hum

Yet so much of me are still very sore

Yet not much of me still breaks anymore.


Those leaps I took only for me to crawl

Those weeps I shook only for me to fall

But my mother once said that I'll be okay

And I think I finally believe her today.


Despite all the chaos, I remain a poet

Despite all the cruelty, I remain a child

By fate or chance that I once am;

Now by choice that I'll become.

 

Cover page by Francine K.

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