Kate Stratman
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What Time Didn’t Change
My heart was split the last we met,and since you saw me, I grew cold.I sought…
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Reflections
My mind has been running nonstop recently, the pedal pressed to the floor. There’s no emergency…
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Ghost
The hopeless romantic that I amI held onto your rugged handover roots and rocks,our spirits running…
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A Testament Rooted in Soil
A tree stands tall,as I try to do. Its roots fasten tightlyto what does not waver,with…
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A Silent Call
I wait in the spaces between breaths,speaking your namein a language only my heart remembers. I…
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Still
I loved youthe way you love something fragile—with patience,with care,with all I could hold without breaking…
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What I Refuse to Carry
Why do you wear the weight, That was never yours to bear? Wounds carved by another’s…
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When the Cycle Breaks
They feed on me, So I feed myself,My hands move, Incessantly,To the mouth that feeds. Food…
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To Roam Freely
A poem written on a dirt road at sunset in Colorado; it’s about the joy of…
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Questions to a Mirror
What have I done? And who am I, really?When I say I am what I am,…