Sunday, October 30, 2016

All the Discernible Pain Valentine

The thing is to go back
To all the places you felt
Rejected pushed away
By what you needed most
To receive you even if it’s
Your first picture of yourself
Alien and unacceptable
For no discernible reason
But this is what freedom means
To be on one’s own alone
To be spit out of the mouth
Of God to see how long
You’d make it if you’d last
Each year a little north of south
Each day a little east of west

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