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About Being Young
About Being Young
About Being Young
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About Being Young

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This collection of poetry and prose offers a sweet, raw and at times stark insight on some of life's most humbling experiences. Nostalgic and explorative, About Being Young is a striking tale of youth beyond childhood, of love after death and of beauty amidst chaos. 
 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 28, 2020
ISBN9781999424879
About Being Young
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Freya Celeste

Freya Celeste was born and raised just outside of Montreal, Canada. She won the Kay and Jim Dudgeon Creative Writing Prize in 2013 and graduated John Abbott College with a Creative Arts, Language and Literature diploma in 2016.

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    About Being Young - Freya Celeste

    1.

    The beginning and the end

    can never be divorced.

    You already know this

    but understand

    they walk in and out of your door

    always holding hands.

    Dear Daydreams

    I will not be consumed.

    You might feel like flower petals,

    you might wash out all my pain

    like a tsunami of warm air

    and seaborne kisses

    but I will not

    let you wash me away.

    Sometimes you’re a swing

    that drags me across

    the borders of my mind

    and you get red dirt

    on my elbows.

    Sometimes you bury me in sand.

    Often you’re kindest to me

    the most forgiving

    for there will always be a dream

    waiting for me tomorrow.

    But sometimes you cloud

    my life

    with reminders

    of her green eyes.

    Of hands

    I will never hold.

    Of lives

    which do not last.

    So I need you to quiet down.

    I need you

    to get out of bed every morning.

    To close the door.

    To leave your smell of Jasmine

    in my sheets

    and your saltwater taste

    in my mouth.

    And then

    please,

    my dear Daydreams

    leave the rest of me

    behind.

    It’s 1 am

    And we’re still up

    just listening

    to each other’s voices.

    We’re bundled

    nose

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