15 January 2020A Poem by Megan Lynn Toccii thought there was strength in the smallness but maybe there's suffering too and i can't tell the difference anymore
eyes open and it's those past
midnight-hues tonight and no moon. quiet except for January wind so i chalk this one up to a dream i can't remember, a neighbor's porch light, the insomniac arsenal. i lie there feeling that ice-empty and it's wordless this time: they're infinite, those cold water chasms, and i am not brave in any way that matters. i thought there was strength in the smallness but maybe there's suffering too and i can't tell the difference anymore, i don't think -- they both look the same in the dark. it's "sleep, kid" and i know it but it goes too deep sometimes honest and i don't know how to stop, or what i should do when things hurt in ways i can't say. i'm trying to.
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Added on January 30, 2020 Last Updated on January 30, 2020 AuthorMegan Lynn TocciBoulder, COAbout2018 Bachelor of Arts: Political Science with a History minor. 2017 UNCO Bookstore Contest Short Story Winner. 2014 National Scholastic Writing Awards Silver Medalist. 2014 Denver Women's Press Cl.. more..Writing
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