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I saw the sun

I saw the sun,
mommy pass the gun
daddy couldn’t accept they won,
something I couldn’t outrun
from everyone.

La Luna calls me
“Come home,”
“Come back into your honeycomb.”

I sigh a heavy sigh,
it’s time for bed
now rest your gentle head,
and treat your wounds i bled.

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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wrote this after a failed attempt off oxy. I ended up just feeling light as a feather and my face was a swollen fish. let me know what you think, thank you for reading.
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Hello, ember,
How are you? Your poem is both unsettling and soothing. The first stanza has an anxious feel to it - but it is also seems like an awakening, a good thing. The following stanzas are both comforting and peaceful. I wanted to watch La Luna before I commented. The reference brings so much to your poem, it's a beautiful short film. Thank you for sharing.

haha thank you. i honestly didn't know about this La Luna film until you brought it up, and it made so much sense. what a coincidence! thank you for reading*

edit: i forgot to answer doing alright. hope all is well with you<3

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I am well, thanks! When I looked up La Luna, this short film was the first thing that popped up. After watching it, I just assumed it was the reference in your poetry, the theme being to find yourself and your own way. (It really struck me the way the little guy's hat landed just so on his head - adorable.) I hope you keep writing poetry. I find it to be a great source of healing and creativity.
Thank you!

thinking, that this has the ring of a family fight. Maybe about Daddy not believing that his political party lost? Being that it is a family thing, you might not be able to escape the fall-out? After going to see what "La Luna" was all about; I then put two and two together. This has an honesty that is rarely present and people often refuse to accept. Great work! ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

what a beautiful way to interpret this poem!! it actually kind of had a more darker meaning..."i was born out of my mom with my dad not present and now ill die in the hands of my mom with my dad not present again" type beat? uhmmhaha thank you for reading

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