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A Poet Goes on Her Journey Home

A Poet Goes on Her Journey Home

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The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly ...

First Lines–Spoken Word Poetry by Amena Brown

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORLWrn0Lgyc first lines never cares what time it is they nudge their cold noses against my ear, wanting to go for walks in the briskest part of the a.m. they don’t care that I just went to sleep that I’m lazy that I no longer take to the habit of keeping journals by the bed for this very moment that I want to shoo them away but I’m too afraid of losing one so I drag my right hand from under the covers grab the pen that has long since riddled my bedspread with ink blots and let the poem do its business so we can both head back to sleep some days I want to quit afraid that the words I write or maybe even my own life just will never be good enough but thankfully words don’t give up they are ants, crawling in a line sending out one at a time to s