A punch to the lungs
I’m gasping again

Betrayed by my humanness
as moments fall behind

Can’t keep up with everything
I am “supposed” to be

Crying for the beautiful sorrow
filling my heart like a well

Lost between the woven fates
plagued by enlightened density

Cherishing the trash left behind
in light it shines like treasure

Like a broken peice of China
wounds slice back if we’re not careful

Still – if what we have is broken
it’s worth the risk to put it back together

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