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The way in
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The way in

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Do you believe in magic?
fairy wings that sparkle true, 
birdsong that calls for my attention,
What turns the tide in the ocean, 
and whispers "grow" to the trees' 
invisible blossoms?

I refuse to look for evidence 
of the contrary or a 
second opinion.
Instead, I hold tight to this truth.

There is magic inside of me 
Inside of you
The way in starts with the heart 
the beat uniquely yours. 
a jewel in your chest 
sees the sparkle of another.

The way in starts with what inspires you, 
where do you find your footing, 
what uplifts and grounds you 
deep like tree roots.

The answer can seem fleeing 
and almost imperceivable 
like a slight movement in the 
corner of my eye
I saw it! I felt it.
I know it deep in my bones.

And I have the authority 
to choose to see the magic 
in a blossom, in a leaf, 
in a snowflake, in a branch 
now brittle but once full of life 
coursing through sweet nectar.

A perch, a safe place to land.
We all want safety.
What brings you home 
to your heart, to your own sense 
of belonging?

There is magic there too 
in your strands of hair 
down to your toes 
life courses through 
your veins, your breath. 
The magic of atoms and elements 
made of stardust to make you.

Now
Do you believe in magic?
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Summer in the ’90s

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In the third floor apartment
Overlooking the street and cars below
With my notebook and pencil in hand,
I nestled in to meet the muse
And be inspired.

I had no space of my own.
Just a single-subject notebook,
Wire bound and lined,
With the words, “Oceanography”
or “Psychology 2” in large penned letters
On the pastel front cover.

It was my private, personal space
To journal, to explore my feelings,
Writing poetry
As a teenager with no money
And nowhere to go.

So I traveled in my mind.
I devoured books by VC Andrews
And Stephen King.
The stories and characters swirled around in my head.

I often dreamed of a tropical paradise,
An escape, a place of solitude and independence.
I adorned my wall with a huge poster
of an idyllic palm tree.
That poster became my view.

There is no breeze to be felt
From the window
When you’re on a top bunk
In a small room I shared
With my younger sister.

I took those bored, hot summers
And transformed them the best I could.
Looking back, I was laying the framework
on what it means to be inspired.
And now I’m never bored.