The Days

The Days

A Poem by Kanicolas
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Remembering the parts of a whole

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The Days 


The days that,

I hate the imperfection in my smile,
Wish my legs would stop touching,

Loathe the curves in my body,
And curse the non-existent ones,

The nights that,
I taste the salt pouring down my cheeks,
Close my fists in frustration,
Tuck my knees to my chest,
And curl my toes in desperation,

I will remember

The mornings that,
I watch the sky open to soft light.

Kiss the breeze’s cool welcome,
Tip Toe around comfortable silence,
And sun my face with warmth

The afternoons that,
I relax my weighted eyes,
Stretch my body out,
Rest my tired bones,
And breathe deeply

I will remember my loud laugh, my huge heart, my undying loyalty, 

I will remember my spattering of freckles, my lovely legs, my sparkling eyes,
I will remember.


I will remember all these beautiful parts of a whole.

© 2016 Kanicolas


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Added on April 1, 2016
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