Amy Serhienko Poems

A rare flower
in your hands,
the bud sealed tight.
It starts to open
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You are my sunshine,
the source of my energy
and strength,
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'Wish me good luck, '
as I watch you leave again.
A promise to write,
maybe to call, if there's time.
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Ice blue eyes,
shining,
peering through me.
Way down deep,
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Inevitable.

Like the pull of the moon
on the tide.
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Swimming in your eyes.
Floating in your embrace.
Drowning in your kisses.
Falling into your soul.
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You are lifewater,
healing,
nourishing my spirit.
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I’m not questioning.
Not overthinking.
Not analyzing.
Not reevaluating.
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The Fortress

We build walls,
strong and high,
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We are the walking wounded.
our souls perforated,
confidence seeping out from within.
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