growing up
i was invisible
but then
so was my friend
we lived together
a fantastical land
where grown ups
do not exist
and teachers are known
to resist
the uprising
within my soul
my friend and i
walking the unknown poem.

at the edge
a wave
just above
our knees
we waded in
swam the sea
strength of a giant
swam too far
lived beneath the stars.

in a fantastical land
resurrection
admits our souls
to return
to the forest floor
green and gold
where tigers prowl
and monkeys
swing through trees.

i am happy to be
invisible you
invisible me.

Poetry

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