Alice Holmes

Strings

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I feel the strings are breaking

The ones that hold us close

Pulled taunt

by the load they bear

the unspoken words

Growing heavier

as we refuse to say them

Fearing that our strings will brake

And knowing that they will

We are fraying

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The tree has seen my many forms, And questions,

And heard the people,

Who answered.

It has seen the me who was a child.

And heard me ask do they see me?

And heard my mom answer,

I see you!