…
We hold our scars
close to chest,
rest our flitter-fluttered
hands against our tired
breasts;
err our differences
and breathe out
all these things we
cannot change.
We for
-get
{where, when}
we got
all this pain,
all this rearranging
of skies, too; all these con
-solation prizes we fought
so hard
for.Give us
………{strength, life, hope?}
Father. We know not what.
We do.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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