We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…
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We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…
Often
I look back at old writing
Of days, weeks, or months ago
And can only cringe
In embarrassment or shame
But then, sometimes
I can look back at those same verses
Days, weeks, or months past
And see them differently
…
Burning coals may have been smothered
Bitter nettles, processed
Until now, cooled and shredded, harmless
As long as I take care
To never swallow them again
Sometimes I find some hope for myself to become deserving of my life when I find myself changing auto-correct’s assumed “love” back into “live” for what feels like the hundredth time in recent months, and I realize that I communicate far more about loving than I do about living.
It was you I was thinking of the other day
when I suddenly thought to myself:
“They make me feel so…. Normal.”
…
“If I am worth anything later, then I’m worth something now.”
— Someone, somewhere, some time.