Lee under shadows:
boughs conceal the worst of her
under these cedars
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Lee under shadows:
boughs conceal the worst of her
under these cedars
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.