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- Author: Kelly Nuttall
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Ten Years
“Ten years! You want to throw away ten years?” he screamed at me.
“It’s best this way,” I say. I dry my cheeks with a handkerchief. My sobs were beginning to draw the attention of people passing by. He grabbed my arm hard and I shrieked. A woman stopped and watched us with concerned eyes, but then slowly moved away from us. I nudged away from him, keeping my head down. “These past ten years were a mistake.” I felt my heart break with the sound of my words. I hesitantly stepped onto the train. I did not look back.
I Walk In Blue
I walk in blue, marking the map of my life. It’s all so easy; no step is hard to take since it’s all determined. I see you coming, your shade a bit darker than mine. It’s a warning, I say. I try hard to ignore it. I back up, hide my face from you, and take another path; sunny travels and never any rain. But seasons change and time reveals the truest truth of all, which is my own shade of blue, will always connect with you. I grow weary and give in to what is destined to be mine.
Shame
I wear it always. It’s there blotching my pale skin. It can be found behind my distant eyes. It’s in my absence, and in my lack of words. I cringe that your blood is mine. I say that I love you, and I think that I probably do. But we aren’t the same. I am sorry for this. Tradition and guilt is what keeps us together. You gave me the breath of life and a chance to go free. Therefore, I cannot blame you. So I will continue to lie to you, and you will continue not to see it.
Publication Date: 08-29-2010
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