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Nostalgia MAG
The days are getting shorter and I grow taller
My aura softens as dusk cradles glistening dawn
In watercolors, I search for a trace of grief
But my soul feels no coercion from past wrongs
Nostalgia seeped through faded bus rides
And flooded the midnight blue of my days
It clouded my perception, infected my message
And took my pearl away
I ignored the pleas of my potential
Excuses muddled my mind–I, stirred and shaken,
Thought I couldn’t go on with frayed edges
Deep in my bones, since my creation
But lately I’ve stopped wishing on stars
And waltzing with distant memory
Under placid waves bubble languid tunes
Singing so very softly
I’ve studied the lies of my youth
They shouted that I’d been losing my glow
And the light I paint with my poetry
Will never fill crevices of a shattered soul
They still ask for more, but now they’re lower
Subject to faint tip-toe
Nostalgia no longer implores
–Finally! It fell below the horizon
A new persuasion knocks at my window
And sheds new light into my eyes
A blossoming has overtaken me
Lullabies transformed to triumphant melody
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I wanted to paint the picture of a sun rising in a soft, pastel sky, and I want the reader to feel an overwhelming sense of relief as if they, too, were letting go of the past. Last year, I did a lot of self-reflection and recognized harmful insecurities that I was grasping so tightly onto. This poem was a step towards healing and realizing that I need to release things that do not serve me in order to step into my future. Writing this was cathartic.