stop making nests on my lungs!!

Morgan Weistling - “Reflection”

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there –
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler –

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name –
For doubt, that I should know the Sound –

I judged my features – jarred my hair –
I pushed my dimples by, and waited –
If they – twinkled back –
Conviction might, of me –

I told myself, « Take Courage, Friend –
That – was a former time –
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home! »


« I felt my life with both my hands », Emily Dickinson, 1862

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