July Poem by Maya Hanson

July



Fawn footprints
cross the street,
stepping stones
in the middle of July
a piercing cold
right through my soul
in the middle of July

Maybe summer is just
a trick of my mind
I melt into a burning sun,
cool water,
slamming doors,
and words I don’t want to hear

And for some reason
I keep breathing
in the face of the fact
that the universe will never
know I’m here
So I take comfort
in the fact
that my lungs burst underwater,
screaming
burning
and silence says so much more
than seven letters ever could…
drowning
in the middle of July

But my shoulders darken,
a victim of the sun
one in a million
The summer breeze fills me up
and just for a moment,
I let it
I embrace the fact
that I’ll never be more than this
and I give in to the
burning sun,
cool water

And finally I lie
in a pool of my own memories…
but it’s just another July

Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,memories,summer
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