The Desert Cripples You.

The Desert Cripples You.

A Poem by LydiaWrites
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I live in Arizona, where the temperature was 111 F the other day. This poem is about how I would LOVE to get out of here.

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When you're in this desert for decades,

Your sweat is what begins to nourish the cacti.

Your veins feel like dried out rivers

And your cells wither with the flowers.

I have grown in this desert,

My eyebrows damp with sweat in the summer,

My teeth chattering in the winter.

I wish I could be a slave to the green of the midwest,

Or the salty air of San Francisco.

Someday it will be time to leave,
And I look forward to that day.

© 2012 LydiaWrites


Author's Note

LydiaWrites
I'm very sorry for not posting much! I will have more poems very soon. :)

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Added on June 21, 2012
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Tags: free verse, arizona, poem, travelling, coming of age

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LydiaWrites
LydiaWrites

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My name is Lydia. I am an aspiring writer/poet and photographer. I feel like writing is in my blood. My late uncle was an author and my mother's side is full of English teachers, journalists, and .. more..

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