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you are the scythe
that has laid my
soul low.

chopped off at
translucent knees,

i only crawl now;
never more than
a stone’s

throw from home.
never more than
an earshot.


5 thoughts on “balance

  1. I read this piece more than once.

    It – was close to home for me.

    I have been crawling for a while now – listening intently to all things in case I might miss something, never more than a whisper away in case I am wanted, needed, called.

    Hobbled to my innermost desire to be complete and recognized by people who have mattered to me the most.

    Crippled by it – inside – yet willing to crawl and stumble rather than beg for the crutch I can’t pay for.


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