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Brother Turns 18

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By harlita   |   Watch
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Published: July 28, 2006
time
to figure out
to walk around
feel the chill of the air in the morning brightly

time
to hold her hand
to understand
the mirror I see when I look at her eyes


time
to let him go
to let him know
18 years has built himself a strong man

time
to reconnect
to resurrect
times of creation from when she and I were still young

time
to make amends
to honor friends
for the time and the care it takes to be near


time
to hold my head
remember what was said
by the wisest souls though they've left my lifetime

time
to recognize
though we see through lies
choose not to interfere with a soul still learning

time
to admit
to begin
accepting I get weak and I lose it like you

time
to grow old
to grow young
to spin circles in the sand when no one's looking

and time
to take a breath
to take a rest
and find myself in my next life smiling back at me, shine.
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Tēnā koutou katoa. Greetings to you all. there is a rift in my heritage and it begins with skin; i have never wondered why i do not seem to fit inside mine. E rere kau mai, te awa nui mai, te kāhui maunga ki tangaroa. My ancestral river flows from the mountain to the sea. Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au. I am the river, and the river is me. if i am the river, how am i drowning under the driftwood heavy weight of dissonance and cacophony and karanga and isolation, of all these years waiting to find who i am supposed to be; if the river is me, how have i never learned to flow with it's might and history? Ko Ruapehu tōku ma
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1. dear mum, you secretly want her faults so you can have something to say you were like her, you have something of hers. only you don't. 2. dear mum, i think her faults skipped you and went straight to me. i like to collect things i'll never touch again, collect thoughts and collect pasts only to stash them in the cupboard so i dont open the doors. 3. dear mum, its the silences in between that makes me think of her. and i think of her everyday i do i do. i even started wearing her pocket watch again because it makes me feel like im doing something good. 4. dear mum, i know you deserved the better half of me lon
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I don’t know why I assumed it would be a boy. Intuition, maybe. Or perhaps, little brothers were all I knew. My third sibling paused in the first trimester and never hit play: a frozen picture on the ultrasound. Mom came home, stole to bed, and shut the door with a clack soft as thunder. My third sibling is a silence, forgotten outside the quiet moments alone, when I wonder what his name was.
© 2006 - 2019 harlita
I wrote this while thinking about the fact my little brother has just become an adult.
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Tēnā koutou katoa. Greetings to you all. there is a rift in my heritage and it begins with skin; i have never wondered why i do not seem to fit inside mine. E rere kau mai, te awa nui mai, te kāhui maunga ki tangaroa. My ancestral river flows from the mountain to the sea. Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au. I am the river, and the river is me. if i am the river, how am i drowning under the driftwood heavy weight of dissonance and cacophony and karanga and isolation, of all these years waiting to find who i am supposed to be; if the river is me, how have i never learned to flow with it's might and history? Ko Ruapehu tōku ma
s
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1. dear mum, you secretly want her faults so you can have something to say you were like her, you have something of hers. only you don't. 2. dear mum, i think her faults skipped you and went straight to me. i like to collect things i'll never touch again, collect thoughts and collect pasts only to stash them in the cupboard so i dont open the doors. 3. dear mum, its the silences in between that makes me think of her. and i think of her everyday i do i do. i even started wearing her pocket watch again because it makes me feel like im doing something good. 4. dear mum, i know you deserved the better half of me lon
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I don’t know why I assumed it would be a boy. Intuition, maybe. Or perhaps, little brothers were all I knew. My third sibling paused in the first trimester and never hit play: a frozen picture on the ultrasound. Mom came home, stole to bed, and shut the door with a clack soft as thunder. My third sibling is a silence, forgotten outside the quiet moments alone, when I wonder what his name was.
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