this morn

grieve with me,
yes? guess
the colors of my other
skin, the sigh
-lence of my syllables
unsaid. dread
the dawn; it shall
come anyway, sway
the day forward in




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3 Responses to this morn

  1. billgncs says:

    how I feel on my birthday….

  2. I was thinking of my mom on this one – probably because I read the title as “this mom” at first. This certainly is how one feels when one is grieving – especially about how time moves forward… “sway the day forward” no matter what.

  3. Shawna says:

    I love this. Especially the first three lines.

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