2022-06-01 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
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Sometimes I wonder how The earth manages to cradle So many souls in her arms. So heavy, weighed down by Filled capacities. My stomach is spilling with Things falling apart Filling my lungs with The cajones to love- sick of my screaming heart, power- ful fantasy Like the pictures I drew on the kitchen walls With crayon in choppy strokes
Lungs to dare love- The heart to dream