exasperated with myself
and strangely never
more compassionate
with the exasperation
I feel coming toward me
and through me
but how many chances
to kiss and make up
do I give myself
before my compassion
peters out and
my eternal exasperation
gives up on itself
1 comment:
This poem is funny spirituality.
I like the "peters" out pun.
I hope your twins keep the faith.
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