“he Only Saw Her Light For A Fraction Of Time, Yet He Would Never Forget Her Sunrise.”

There’s a statue of you in the gardens of my mind.

she was the kind of girl who quietly looked at the people around her and missed them in this moment before it even ended.

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twenty-eighth

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

I want so badly to talk to you, but have no idea what to even say.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes and doesn’t even blink.”

That is the quote I saw on the wall of my sixth grade students classroom today. I strongly disagree.

All humans have hesitated. It’s instinct. It’s vital. It’s as strong as your heart beating. It is the culmination of thousands of years of survival. Hesitation is a universal experience.

Therefore, a hero always “blinks.” That ‘blink’ is the moment that human beings realize what they are doing. That singular defining moment that changes the gravity of the situation. The exact second that the given circumstances could produce a hero if the right choices are made.

Humans program robots. Robots don’t blink. If a robot were to walk through a path of throwing knives without blinking, would it be a hero? No, of course not. But by the first definition, they technically would be. The reasoning as to why they aren’t? Because the robot faces no repercussions. The robot has no risk. The robot has no real understanding of the danger, nor have they been forced to confront the facts of what they are up against.

That's where we come to our hero blinking. In order to be a hero, you must blink. You must have a moment to see the horrors that all logic would tell to run. Because it’s in that blink that the hero confronts the danger they put themselves in, and pushes forth anyways. That is what makes a hero. To have that shackling sensation of hesitation, and where most others would turn back, they trailblaze on. They trailblaze on anyway.

So here I propose a new definition:

“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, and noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes, blinks, and despite facing the world’s darkness, chooses to continue being the world’s light.”

KARMA.

“I’m a free spirit,” she said,

No, bitch, you, are spirit free.

Knocking the wind out of me,

as you always pretend to be,

A source of positivity,

while making my insides feel dead.

I will now and always dread,

this incoming storm I’m forced to dredge.

You love talking shit behind their backs,

yet act like you are holier than thou.

You should keep in mind even Hell has standards,

and not even there you’ll be allowed.

Incapable of accountability,

but you sure love to share your account,

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!”

I can write a book with the truths about you.

But you wouldn’t like that much, would you?

If I openly called you ‘a little bitch?’

I was only ten when you ran around town,

At age 35, tarnishing my image.

Now you’re old and look like a handbag,

But don’t flatter yourself; you don’t look like Coach.

For some reason your still with him,

And in that house like a roach.

But now you hate your job, and your mother in law,

You’re start regretting what you made your heart of,

FYI It’s stone, and I got another five letters for you,

It’s one word: Karma.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

Sorry about the clothes on my back being in the way when you stabbed me

“I wish I could tell you I miss you, but you aren’t that person anymore.”

- abby

“I live for you more than I live for myself.”

BAND-AID

Call your new toy by your pet name for me,

insist that that’s not how that is but I see,

I caught you red handed as you replaced me.

It was plain and simple, Destiny.

Pretend that you’re pure and that you share love,

But I know how to tell when looking at one,

You’re unstable and you blame everyone.

No wonder you’re so lonely in Edmonton.

Claim you don’t take sides yet turn and ‘campaign’,

To get others to leave me, but with you to stay,

The fact that it’s not real, that’s really the shame.

They’ll leave you one day.

You were shocked and confused when I stood up to you,

Went crying to Kevin, but he thought it through,

He knew that you were lying to him too.

Too bad. Screw you.

Do you need an emotional Band-Aid?

You’ve got no friends left after your charade.

Wish I could say I’m surprised, but I ain’t.

And it’s all because you’re a snake.

On Monday, you cried to me bout your boyfriend,

Then Tuesday, you told me, I wasn’t a good friend,

Three weeks ago you decided it was the end.

Not such a nice Canadian.



You made up some false narrative in your head,

Badmouthed me to all of our mutual friends,

And now to me, you’re simply dead.

Hope it was worth it in the end.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY