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(for those who remind me that my smile is poetic)

sometimes
i need to pick up the phone
replay messages
remind myself of the way
the moon holds my shadow
remember the way friends smile
stuttering on my name
the ways i manage to be
missed
remembered
cherised
as beautiful
for just being me.

sometimes
my focus is so locus i'm loco
fail to remember what it feels like
to blush
lose track of those who love my scent
my musky cocoa butta frankincense
sometimes i see life
as so urgent
i trip on my own lazily tied shoestrings
longing for the affirmation
of a main stream
then I remember
at any point in a given day
some 14 year old
prefers being taught, my way
some man or woman
adores the way my eyes smile
someone seeking safety
reads my poem in mean while

so I am learning
to remember that I am the polish
for my shine
my confidence? my magnetism
for fingers that find
and push the tension
out of my back
through a tender embrace
sometimes more than that
when I sit still enough
to shake the worry from my frown
fall into arms that hold me up
when I let myself down

and my passion is a wellspring
of hopefulness
for a life so blessed
my smile is the sunshine
for someone upset
my tone is the lullaby
stumping someone's nightmare
my joyfulness is a lighthouse
for souls lost out there

and i am most blessed
when I forget i am
when the burden of my spiriling
about what I can not change
makes me lose sight of
what I can:

i can claim the happiness
the goodness
i so deserve
and make it so
i can remember i am cherished
when I'm feeling most low