Thursday, February 16, 2017

#NaHaiWriMo 2017 - day sixteen


there are no birds
and yet the sky bright and blue
a weight lifting

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now you must stand firm
it is good to know your measure
take hold of your anchor

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do not be dissuaded
let them feel the weight of you
hands sure, words true

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and so we stand here
knowing there really aren’t words
reaching for hope

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it’s unexpected
the admission of defeat
desire for retreat