Poetry · Writing

Strike, Opportunity

Forsaken the name

that brought you to

my door.

Carried to the

threshold

find your footing

dance on the carpet

or fall on your ass.

I won’t carry

or help you walk

like the rest.

Forsaken your name

and make your own.

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