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tonight

i have no answers

and tomorrow

the same

so i will rest

my head upon this pillow

and pray

in this uncertain space

*

find the beauty, if you can

there is no highway

no autobahn for the winding

road that is grief

*

at home

we speak of aloneness

as a wretched thing to be feared

when quite simply

it is the closest we will ever be

to the stars and ourselves

*

let’s heal one another

i walked with nature

bare-faced and full of ache

she leaned in a bit closer and said

you are no different than me

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #21