poetry, Syllable Tapestries

Water

It is water

I must drink

Nothing else

Will cleanse my soul.

Deposited

Here

You will hear it,

Clearly,

Our own sad story.

 

I’ve made mistakes.

with a kiss,

others, a fist,

some by running

while others standing still.

 

The sadness?

 

I inherited.

For inside me

is an unwavering light,

& no place to hide.

 

Do you recognize me now?

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