they
give it because it’s known
that
I can take it
almost
expected at this point
something
would seem off
if
things were any different
knowing
how to walk through
the
fire helps the burning feeling
ease
away I know they all care
but
sometimes words are all I hear
when
the days gray finally gives way
to
an hour sun give that hour
to
my son if I had one
but
my only progeny are these words
and
thoughts they will fade
behind
the house
my
spot in the shade
garden
empty now season
to
rest before rebirth
on
the other side of winter
still
more than a month off
old
thoughts reborn too
blowing
all the dust off
old
books making room for the new
got
a room with a view this time
taking
mine with patience
rising
and using the night to extinguish
any
negative with positive
in
these eyes…
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