Poem of the Day 3.7.17

She stomps on eggshells

and knits her fingers into the fabric of life;

she’s too busy pouring out her heart

to protect it.

Your people are her people

and your pain is her pain.

She is the alpha and omega,

the beginning after your end;

infused in the past

but always present.

How easy it would be to discount her magic,

but don’t.

Don’t you dare.

Or you’ll miss the electricity crackling in the air.


-Liz Loughran

*Written for my best friend Jules for her birthday last year. 

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