Amanda Oaks
 
  
HOW TO PICK UP THE PIECES
  
When you are left exposed 
like a seedless dandelion 
after an anarchic shitstorm, 
don't bend down & yank 
your roots from the ground. 
Don't dream of licking the dirt 
from your fingernails. Don't 
vibrate on the breeze of blame. 
Don't dress yourself in the darkness 
of victimhood or suffocate yourself 
with shame. This loss is not death. 
Imagine a blaze of breath spilling 
from a pair of thick lips stained with 
your wine. Think of yourself a necklace 
lolling on a lover's neck still wet with 
kiss. Sever your perception from 
truth by popping your head off. 
Shove every sad song into the hollow 
of your stem & spread the milk 
on your skin like salve. Learn 
by heart that you can't predict 
the weather only prepare for it. 
You will outgrow this. You are lion's 
teeth. You are medicine tongue. 
Your roots are resilience. When 
you have your heart under a 
magnifying glass the only thing 
left to do is sing for the sun & 
light yourself on fire. Be ready 
for the next good gust but 
remember that you are not 
a candle. You are not a match.  
You are a goddamn wildfire. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
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Amanda Oaks is the creator of Words Dance, a decade-old poetry magazine, as well as chief enabler at Kind Over Matter, an online haven for people to share stories that revolve around guerrilla-style kindness & being who you are with apology. She peppers the planet with daily doses of poetry, art & gentle business wisdom. Her & her work have appeared in numerous online & print publications, including Glamour, Elle, Parenting, Artful Blogging, Poesy & Nerve Cowboy. She believes in our collective freedom & enjoys laughing more than most anything.
 
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