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Jessica Kristie

What This Seems

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I forget what it means to be clean,
from the inside out,
and the in-between.
I lose track so easily,
of what it means
to swim in gold rivers
and be set free.
I had let go of what it was to feel,
stings of passion,
in nature’s reel.
Through my fingers,
memories slipped
of pressing lips
and your finger tips.
I forget what it means,
to be anything than what this seems.
and what this seems,
is killing me.

I forget what it means to be clean, from the inside out, and the in-between.

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  1. fred says

    Jess, really good piece, as usual. Much of this poem resonates with me. That feeling one gets that they have forgotten who they,what they are. The angst within thinking you are aware yet still in a state of unknowing is universal. Again really enjoyed it, thanks:)

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    • Jessica says

      Thank you so much Fred! I am glad you could relate and take something from it. I appreciate you stopping by. πŸ™‚

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  3. Molly Rider says

    I find this poem most reminds me of the moments when clarity and feeling come rushing back, and I realize just how trapped I had been. That moment when I see how easily I forgot what it was like to feel “clean, from the inside out,and the in-between.” When I recognize how long I have pulled myself under this time.
    Thank you for helping me connect with that place again!

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    • Jessica says

      Thank you so much Molly and you are right, it is important to remember those pieces so we can have a clearer and more positive outlook. Connecting with our past in the present always makes for a richer future. ?

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