Poetry · Writing

return address

when i think about it

the world spins in the opposite direction

it’s fine i mean, she is her own women

but which star is receiving

for when i pray i know your wonderous name

send flowers and wishes for the future

mines and yours

i’m not the monster they said

not the one i was supposed to be

or the one you heard i was

i survived against

your brother in flames

you sister in tears

your mother digging a shallow grave

but i plead to you

watch our shadows closely

we wander off the rift

every no and then

but we will walk up straight

find our way

in your eyes

so maybe a cane for the shakey path

a jacket for the questionable weather

a stamp for this letter that one day will come to you

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