Gravity

You say my freckles are like stars

For once, I see them as they are:

Windows to my truest face

Not giveaways of my disgrace

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So many times I’ve looked at me

In fear of what the world would see

But all this time, I’ve been alive–

Never been here just to survive

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If I said it, no one would believe

How long it took to start to breathe

A life, passed in contentedness

But never in the present tense

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Always anywhere but here

Avoiding my own gaze in fear

Of whom (or lack thereof) I’d see:

But she was always here. In me

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How can time move in a circle?

Can colors change before your eyes?

Can you wake up to find

You’ve always been right here, before the lies?

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Orbiting around the sun

As clear as daylight through the trees–

It’s been within me all along.

My center of gravity