Sit beside me.
I have things to say
that require expressions
and need to be held,
that no longer are satisfied
with predetermined faces
attached to misleading titles.
After pushing for weeks
I worry that the recent addition to my circle
is too close to the focus,
but I am unafraid and open this time
knowing that dreams and music
will never materialize.
My eyes are colored with the knowledge
and experience of three years,
cautious of stolen glances and stares
that hide behind my laughter.
Instinctively my mind wonders with them
when I retell stories involving
the slightest diversion from
the distance I had come to accept,
but I am sure that so many similarities aren't possible.
I am surprised by what I have received
in the final months of this chapter,
scared most by the possibility
of ending something that's still beginning
with an open mouth still in need of reassurance
and words that I had earlier hoped
would not be all that escaped from my fingers.
Not wanting to become another name on a long list,
I have added myself involuntarily.
I believe there still exists a level of embarrassment
I have yet to erase,
and although what lies behind my eyes
has been revealed, they remain pale
and have never compared to the bright blue of others.

Alana Munoz

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