Don’t call me in the winter,
I don’t want to be found–
begrudging dawn
for how it plummets
into day, this bed
a nest, a raft–
it seems foolish
to leave it,
to give in to
insatiate minutes,
no, just like the tide,
I’ll go out when I’m ready–
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
this is so simple and poignent
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Thank you Bethany!
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Awesome stuff!
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Thanks!
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Just when you’re ready.
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Enjoying your poetry. Very succinct, much humanness in each line. It reminds me of how challenging it is to be human, to have this conscious brain working us out the way it does.
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I love how you put it– a mind can definitely have a mind of its own…
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