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Beverly Maier

PO# 641784
United States
United States
Author of Detaching Roots. Available on Amazon. 25-year-old on a road to somewhere. Instagram @b.maier_
April 6, 2019
 

They’re as deep as the ocean
as vast as the sea
these anchors I carry
used to define me.
They pulled me under
far below the surface
and made me believe
that I was worthless.
I picked them up
and tossed them away
they occasionally float by
but they no longer stay.
Insecurities used to
eat me alive
but now I’m thriving
because I learned to live,
not just survive.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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April 5, 2019
 

We promised each other forever
that we would never leave,
but you grew and I changed
and you realized there was more
to you than me.
-B.Maier

ORIGINAL
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April 3, 2019
 

Roses open themselves up
and greet the air
with open petals
longing to be picked,
held,
adored.
Oh, but I, I’m not a rose.
I don’t want to be taken from
the ground that gives me life
and placed into the hands
that take it away.
No, I’m a wildflower
born to be free.
I have chaos and longing
aching inside of me.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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April 2, 2019
 

She told me
she saw beauty
in broken things
that even birds who
can’t fly
will one day
emerge with wings.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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April 1, 2019
 

I often wonder
what will be my final toast.
Will I leave shouting words
to the ones I love the most?
Will I die burdened
and bed ridden
from chasing my ghosts?
I’d like to think
it’ll be an ode to my scars
thanking them for teaching me
how to love from afar.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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April 1, 2019
 

It’s hard to imagine
finding another soul to love
when you can still
hear their footsteps walking away.
Everyone you love
leaves you in the dust
and somehow
they seem okay.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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April 1, 2019
 

Regret comes pounding
on my walls
at all hours of the night.
Boldly reminding me
of my wrongs
and quietly burying
my rights.
-B.Maier

POETRY MONTH
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March 31, 2019
 

Holding onto you
made me realize
that you can die
and still be breathing.
-B.Maier_

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 30, 2019
 

I’m begging you
to accept my love
and hear my apology
for not admiring you in the light.

I only ever knew
how to love in the dark
anything more
was a fight.
-B.Maier

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 29, 2019
 

I can’t tell you
how long it has been
since the floors
that I walk upon
have seen the footsteps
of a friend.
-B.Maier

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 28, 2019
 

You say you’re broken
that you are not whole
without them,
but honey,
it’s only a phase
that you’re going through.
The moon is still whole
even when
it’s not full.
When it’s waxing
and waning
it is still the moon.
So even though you’re aching
and parts of you are gone,
these are just your many phases
you’re whole all on your own.
-B.Maier

ORIGINAL
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March 26, 2019
 

You are an exquisite structure
meant to be held, not carried.

You are an entire house, a home,
a beautiful sanctuary.
-B.Maier

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 25, 2019
 

I don’t need you but if I did
I’d ask you to be my lungs,
so I’d never have to know
what it felt like
to breathe without you.
-B.Maier

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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