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Ours

12/19/2015

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We’ve all dashed so 
far from where we started
I hardly remember
youthful farsightedness is easily 
lost on the duties that fill our fingers
The clouds that clot our sight
do not mean we live in a fog 
The white black that consumes our 
plodding phases is not our 
eternity 
I have to believe that something of seventeen
still lingers, although she pains me with 
her adolescent optimism, I return 
hoping she wasn’t wrong 
that there is beauty in the stacked stones
along the path -that there is a path indeed, 
mountains to be scaled and conquered
that the world is still ours
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Avinash
12/20/2015 10:10:00 am

Hey read all your poem here they are really good and amazing. I loved the poem 'OURS' and I forgot the other name. Hoping read more.

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    Erin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience. ​

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