just a thought

i’ve never met someone
so good
and strong
and kind.
whose heart isn’t shaped
by the world’s thundering opinions
but by what they believe
the world should be
instead.

and yet there’s a sadness
an understanding
that i see inside those smiling eyes.
and maybe the rest of the world
is too distracted to see it.
too blinded by the light you put into this universe
with seemingly so little effort
to notice the weight on your shoulders
which you feel you must carry alone.

but i see it.
and i know you’re not broken–
not truly–
just a little bit chipped.
and i know that things which seem so effortless
so simple
really take everything we have left inside.
little by little
piece by piece
until we feel as though we’ve lost ourselves
to a darkness we didn’t know existed.

and here we are with empty hands
to find ourselves again
and again
until one day we’re not so lost
and not so broken
and the light in our eyes feels a little less like a lie
and a little more like a truth
which we’ve wanted to believe for years.

and it’s a magical kind of change
a beautiful sort of freedom
that lifts you up on your toes to catch a falling star as it passes.

and maybe we’re not there yet
still caught up on this winding road of trying and failing
to reinvent ourselves.
but there are wildflowers in the ditches
and bumblebees in the flowers
and i think
though it’s a little darker than we would have liked
i’d like to stay here a while
and catch a falling star or two
with you by my side.

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25 thoughts on “just a thought

  1. Kenzie.

    Um.

    I read this and loved it and then I was sitting here going over some of the lines in my mind again and I…randomly started tearing up? Which I, um, never do. I’ve never wanted to be the person a poem was about, or know the person a poem was about, this badly.

    Seriously, thank you for this. <3 <3 <3

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    • Oh my word….!!! Sarah, you have no clue how much this means to me!!!! This particular poem legit means a lot to me, so the fact that you loved it this much is just…!!!! That makes me so beyond happy… <333 Excuse me whilst I go dance around my room for the next three hundred years… XD

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  2. OH MY GRACIOUS GOODNESS ALIVE. This…this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read. KENZIE. I LOVE YOUR PEOMS SO MUCH. *happy sobs* I wanted to point out some of my favorite lines from this but then I realized THEY’RE ALL MY FAVORITE LINES.

    I have no words. This was stunning. Purely STUNNING. It makes you just want to LIVE. <333

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    • OH. OH MY… CHRISTINE, THANK YOU!!! I’m honestly just so happy that you like it!!!!! This poem was so much fun to write and it truly means a lot to me and just….!!! THANK YOU. <3333

      ASDFGHJKL!!! Seriously, this is like the best compliment ever, I can't.

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  3. I always find it hard to express how I feel with poems…. this is just beautiful and moving, and heartbreaking and healing, true and inspiring. My soul really connected with this poem. I read it twice, so the words would really sink in.
    Thank you for sharing this. <3

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  4. Oh Kenzie. This is gorgeous. Like, I’m sitting here all misty-eyed kind of gorgeous! I need to just sit here and dwell on this for a bit. There’s a healing balm for the soul wrapped up in these lines and phrases… a poignancy that speaks to the very heart of the matter.

    “but i see it.
    and i know you’re not broken–
    not truly–
    just a little bit chipped.”

    ***SOBS**

    “and i know that things which seem so effortless
    so simple
    really take everything we have left inside.
    little by little
    piece by piece
    until we feel as though we’ve lost ourselves
    to a darkness we didn’t know existed.”

    Not broken. Just a little bit chipped.
    Things that seem effortless, take every ounce of energy/strength we have…

    Yes. Just. Yes.

    “but there are wildflowers in the ditches
    and bumblebees in the flowers
    and i think
    though it’s a little darker than we would have liked
    i’d like to stay here a while”

    Having struggled with discouragement and varying degrees of depression over the past year, these words capture so perfectly that struggle. I don’t know if that’s how you meant them… or if that’s what this is about. (I tend to be wrong about author’s intent when it comes to poetry). But you captured the essence of everything I’ve been struggling with: The listlessness. The feeling of being broken and useless. How incredibly hard every activity becomes. How incredibly hard it can be to come back to hope. And yet, the beauty in the darkness when the light at the end of the tunnel starts to glimmer. The healing that can begin before you are completely out of it.

    Anyway. That’s what I got out of it, and what I thought was beautiful about it. Thank you for speaking to my soul today.

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    • Oh my word…. First of all, I would just like to thank you, because this comment literally took my day and made it so much brighter. This is honestly one of the highest compliments I’ve recieved in regards to my poetry, and I just…..thank you. 💛💛

      And okay, so you pretty much hit the nail on the head with the intentions, actually. This past year has been a true struggle for me in more ways than one, and I think all that I’ve learned and experienced through that darkness and anxiety became woven into the words of this poem. (This was a very strange one for me to write, but it was also oddly cathartic.) And while I am so sorry to hear that you, too, have been struggling, I am glad you were able to connect to this poem the way that you did, because it shows that I really was able to convey what I was trying to convey. And just….all your kind words…I honestly have no words to say. This truly makes me so incredibly happy to know that my weird little poem could connect with someone like this….. 💛💛💛

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      • I’m glad that I understood the actual intent. Sometimes I read poetry and I get something out of it, and then I second-guess myself, wondering if I’m just reading my own thoughts/feelings/experiences there or if I’m really getting the actual intention of the author.

        (I wrote a poem once for a college class that my prof absolutely loved, and he dissected it in front of the class and was going all deep into the imagery and trying to figure out what it meant… and I was like, “Um… I was just describing my dorm room…. it didn’t really mean anything more than that.” LOL So… I think I tend to be gun-shy about trying to interpret other’s poetry)

        Thank you so much for writing this. It really is beautiful.

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        • Oh goodness, I do the exact same thing! It’s really difficult to figure out the intent behind poetry, but I think that’s one of my favorite things about it–it’s so subjective to the reader. But it’s always so nice when someone understands what I was trying to convey with my poems. XD

          OH. OH MY. XD Oh my goodness, that is HILARIOUS! XD I’ve definitely been in the professor’s shoes, though, because I’ve absolutely tried to read into things that were supposed to be more clear-cut, and then I always end up getting corrected and it’s…an interesting experience. *awkward laughter* XD

          Oh my word!!! Thank you! I honestly appreciate your kind words so so much. It made my whole week…

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  5. “and the light in our eyes feels a little less like a lie/and a little more like a truth/which we’ve wanted to believe for years” 😭

    This poem feels much deeper than I can flail in the comments, so… I’m going to have to leave it at “gorgeous”.

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