POETRY, Syllable Tapestries


It is water

I must drink

Nothing else

Will cleanse my soul.



You will hear it,


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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