Monday, January 19, 2015

Poem: Thin

Fully exhausted
from grief's
next exiting.
I fight for hope
in what comes next
when what is here
is so much to bear.
In breath.
Out breath.
In breath.
Out.
To love and be loved,
to hold and be held -
seems much to ask
when the air has grown
so thin.

-me

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