Eighteen

Eighteen

When we first met,
I was wide-eyed,
Just one sad, scared girl,
Brought back to life by sixteen little hands,
One big heart.
 
Then I came back,
Big brown eyes hungry for adventure,
Fingers tapping the steering wheel,
Ready to fly.
 
Today I come in
A bit broken, a bit whole.
China and rubber,
Old and new,
Still in need of healing.
 
Tape me back together again,
Make me safe and never sorry.
You see me, like no one else.
 
I missed you, my friend.
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Aloe

Aloe

Heat rolls off of me, 
In inches, in miles, in time.
 
My skin is colored red,
Angry and screaming and stinging.
Hurting to touch, 
Every move so slow and measured.
 
Sunshine, 
An everlasting companion, 
Fights with me today.
 
But my hair still smells of saltwater,
Of wind, of clean new wood.
 
Today is a day of new beginnings and silver linings. 

Midnight Thunderstorms

Midnight Thunderstorm

Midnight Thunderstorm,
 
How you wake me, 
Flashing,
Crashing, rumbling.
 
The day is so new, 
The rain so cool on such an early summer night.
Humidity beads my hair and leaves hollows beside my eyes.
 
Cool, stealthy rain,
Pattering and streaming and running and dancing to me,
Leaving patterns on my skin.
 
You bring a new day.
Not at dawn, but at midnight.
 
You come in,
Without a tremble,
Strongheaded and forceful and beautiful,
Your noise and your fierceness and your fire.
 
Midnight Thunderstorm,
This is my love letter to you.