Two Old Poems

from a life before

I.

i think of being a seed

underground

and how painfull
it must feel

to sprout —

to burst
out of the skin
of things

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II.

it took
seven years of solitude
for me

to begin to be
in love with myself.

i lost,
or left
many friends

along the way.

i am learning
my boundaries now,
over and again,
are my own magik:

made of fire
holding water

gold.

“originz” by me, e myers be