The plagues we wished upon ourselves
With aloe juice and cayenne
The planets we strained to reach
That was how being young tasted
Each of us a geode looking to be cracked open
And to crack each other open
Over and over
I am no longer young except to those who are older
In the way that youth moves along
The conveyor belt
At a consistent distance
I drink water now
I try to be gentle
The years crack you open enough
When did you amaze yourself
to discover a hidden talent or courage?
Recall the days and ways you
have cracked open to reveal your possibilities.
How have you helped others crack open?
Reveal the colors, reflections
and refractions you shared.
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