Ra's Spiral Path

Category: poetry

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    Sarah
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    The myth, or sacred truth, of AmericaIs that it is the home of the freeAnd the land of the brave.The reality is that it is a capitalist countryAnd $ is king, the monarch, or emperor,Influenced by fear in this land of the brave. We all live lies every dayBecause Capitalism does not sit well with…

  • Where is it?

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    Sarah
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    Trying to find a path in the dark Stumbling and bumbling And oh so frustrated I have forgotten how to let My feet find the way

  • Mental Struggles

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    Sarah
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    I know that playing is good for kids and adults. I also know that adults play vastly differently than kids. I know that how we feel about our time together is more important than the details of what we do.

  • A month ago

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    Sarah
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    I wrote this poem a month ago. It has no title. We see through you. We know that the zebras Lined up in the carport Are a sign of mental distress. And the bears lined up in front of the door Were over the top. I was relieved when I was able To open the…

  • It’s been awhile

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    Sarah
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    I’ve been busy with life.  Too busy to write about books I’ve been reading.  I’ve been busy finding and buying my first house, moving, (all while pregnant and working full time), giving birth, and raising my son.  He’s a beautiful boy. And while I’ve been busy with all of this, I’ve still been reading.  Just…