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'The Older We Get' - a little letter to a baby butch

day 5 of escapril! inspired by my own prompt, 'to be a person'

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[Images ID: an original prose poem titled 'The Older We Get'. the poem is in a paragraph format. poem begins:

Hi little bird, Spring’s coming on strong now and I often think of you when it gets late, since you were born between sprouting blooms and summer fever. I know you’re hurting, and you don’t really know why it is or how it is, you can’t put into words the loneliness or the fear; all you know to do is climb trees to their highest point, roll downhill until you’re one big grass-stain, walk your friends home proudly like a tiny gent, give your friend an at home pedicure in your kitchen because her mum won’t let her get one yet, stop on the trail by the stream and close your eyes like it’s just you and running water.

I’m still learning to be a person, you know? And you might think it’s ironic but I think you might’ve had the right idea. I often think I gotta make something of my life, make my dad proud, pay bills, work a 9-5, make my degree worth something; but every time I’m drowning under the pressure, whether it’s self or society imposed, it’s always the same things that brought me peace and joy when I was young that remind me that life is pretty good sometimes. Sometimes you open your bedroom window and the night air is crisp and fresh. Sometimes the cat purrs on your belly. Sometimes you find a daffodil perfect for pressing. And sometimes you open a book just for a dozen pressed flowers to come tumbling out like a season’s time capsule. I don’t know if we’ll ever figure out how to be a person, I don’t if anyone ever knows, really. Between you and me, I still think adults are pretending to know. But what I do know is that we oughta take stock of the little joys, ought we? Because now those are the moments we living.

end poem. in the bottom right corner, the writer is signed as 'Ren H.' End ID.]

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• #letsescapril X #rhymadan • ✍🏽 . in this piece i *tried* to intwine writing ‘ramadan’ in an #acrosticpoem & the word prompt #crush from #escaprilday5 .. . i felt this desire to illustrate how weighed down a sinner can feel, in other words ‘crush-ed’ by grief, and how ‘ #ramadan ‘ can be a kind of direction-map-guide, on how to work through what they’re struggling through, step by step, clearing away 🕸 cobwebs of the heart, mind and soul. . . of course, it’s never as easy as 1,2,3 but sometimes starting somewhere is better than not starting at all, right? ✨ . . . #writingcommunity / #poetrycommunity / #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb_ORIfjDmi/?utm_medium=tumblr

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What's this, a poem for the Day 5 prompt of Escapril? Seems a little ridiculous to post this more than halfway through May but okay. I didn't get much further than this. Should I even keep trying? Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see me finish Escapril, even if it's mad delayed. Transfigure . Everything looks a little bit smaller Like not too hard to see but Identifying can be a challenge Like at night when a shadow could be just A shadow Or could be something else Like something creeping Sneaking Under pale moonlight And you can't quite make out what it is But you know what you hope it isn't . . . . . #escaprilday5 #poetsofinstagram #writing #freeverse #originalpoem #poetry #writersofinstagram #poem #shadows #writer #latergram #escapril @savbrown @letsescapril https://www.instagram.com/p/CATu7vYjhPl/?igshid=1tpp42ll7r2ac

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escapril day 5:  back to nature