Brightness, wholesome, warmth.
Everything because.
Everything near.
Everything far.
I mend and stitch and fail because
that chasm need not fixing;
it’s meant less darned,
more gaping,
it does not need my solving.
This situation is no longer my responsibility,
I listen carefully,
hark at the words,
knowing that allowing myself to fall
by the wayside,
is the decision best for me.
It’s self-preservation,
and protection of thoughts,
and protection of that smarting feeling
within my heart,
the sadness, I will rise above
and smile despite, because,
I was a part of something,
and now, no matter that I’m not,
I’m still intact,
and that’s a fact.
(Early Nov. 2020)
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