Simmering envy
Seeing others bravery
Fearfully, I live
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Simmering envy
Seeing others bravery
Fearfully, I live
Lay down your head
On foreign pillows
You spirited traveller, you!
Maya Angelou (I think?) said that every storm runs out of rain.
I was not prepared for this
Stage of life I find myself in
Things were improving with years
Until they weren’t
And my shadow form has started punching down
In ways I could never see coming
After shoving me into the ring
The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…