…
is that the lines
are blurred, the places
slurred
and sorry,
paths unclear.
Our crooked
skin is not enough
to hide our sin or ease
our pain, or hold our
tears.
These small etched
places are insufficient
spaces for suffering.
Until you hold your
breath and carry the one,
no soul
…………can sing.
…
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Love that title. I haven’t read or seen its namesake.
Faves:
“the lines
are blurred, the places
slurred
and sorry”
“Our crooked
skin” … Our crooked’s kin.
“insufficient
spaces for suffering”
I can’t see the movie. The book was excellent, but epically sad.
“is that the lines/ are blurred” – that’s my whole problem literally and figuratively! “carry the one” – that’s true.
A painful poem …a scar…a story? where is the sin? It is a feeling only and nothing is only, nothing is possible. For me, you capture it. I liked theJohn Green book. I cried and in a way lifted up to fly.