myajass

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mya chaya vida--
she/her--
“there is a poem scratched onto the walls of my throat
no one has heard it
but it is here.”

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to be in the trees.

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sitting in the tree,
i feel powerful

only seven feet closer
to the moon and her stars 
but, still, i can hear 
her whispers better from up here

sitting in the tree 
brings me 
seven feet closer 
to young mya:

the girl i always dream of being, the 
    fearless
    unwavering
    forever laughing 
young girl
who ran over people’s feet pushing her own stroller

i don’t know when 
she decided to leave me,

but when i’m 
    sitting...

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myajass (United States) published:

to be in the trees.

FREE WRITING

sitting in the tree,
i feel powerful

only seven feet closer
to the moon and her stars 
but, still, i can hear 
her whispers better from up here

sitting in the tree 
brings me 
seven feet closer 
to young mya:

the girl i always dream of being, the 
    fearless
    unwavering
    forever laughing 
young girl
who ran over people’s feet pushing her own stroller

i don’t know when 
she decided to leave me,

but when i’m 
    sitting...

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myajass (United States) published:

chaya vida.

PROMPT: Names for Nature

Chaya Vida. life. She is everything i aspire to be.

in even the darkness of Her own night, She lights.
 
with the strength to pull the tides and the courage to enter each phase with grace, even the wolves cannot help but sing to Her.

and though She’s been beaten with rocks, shrunken and shattered, torn apart by Her own gravity—still, i lift my tired head and She’s hanging there, just like the night before. just for me.

because...
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