Tag: TCK Poetry
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The Resurrection of Mary
In the early hours, when the sky split between night and dawn, she rose, feet brushing the dust of old paths that knew her grief…
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The Prodigal Son
He left, not for freedom, but for a longing he could not name, a hunger deeper than bread, a thirst no well could quench…
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Home is Where the Heart is
It was when I was two months gone That my mum called me To ask how I’m getting along “I’m fine,” I said “I’m just on my way home” Hope and unbelief in her voice “Oh, darling, you’re coming home?”
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On Being Found Bared In the Darkness Alone Under the Grasping Tree
I have no one but You I am alone and scared Bared By my own sin and the sin of others Exposed in the darkness…
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Green, Yellow, and Red
Running away from where i’m really from – Maybe it’s just the fear of the unknown – From the fear of not hearing the annoyance of the mosque, (maybe after all the hatred from it i actually kinda like it…
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The Thousand Little Things
it’s been five years the pain of losing you has lost its edge.. . but it’s the thousand little things that haunt me with your memory
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Bittersweet
A title that sticks pleasantly to the heart, yet burns and stings on the rib A chance many would want… until it is a label one cannot get rid Never free from the emotion of unresolved grief and explosive emptiness…
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Lost Puzzle Piece
I used to feel like a lost puzzle piece To that one puzzle that got thrown out years ago or given away at a garage sale due to its missing pieces Among my dancer friends, the only one with no formal training Among my black friends, the only white friend…
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The Struggle of My Beginning
I feel lost and trapped in a world I don’t understand. I’m in a constant state of tug-of-war, Being grabbed at by so many hands…
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Sojourners
We wander the world of stability, Well acquainted with grief, pain, and sorrow. Things change, adapting’s our ability, Our lives, which were great, might change tomorrow…
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