Poem

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I do not write about you / because you are everything good and whole and sacred, / I have a tendency to only write about wilted brokenness: /
the chipped cup, the forest blight, / the deer’s tangled antlers…

I love running through the fields covered by sunlight, / With the greenest grass and the day so bright – / But will my clouds bring the April rain this way?

If you ask me who my role model is, I’ll tell you it’s a man who needs no introduction / His mercy to all leaves me in absolute If you ask me who my role model is, I’ll tell you it’s a man who needs no introduction…

Noise/It takes over every part of my soul/Drenching me in endless thought/Silencing my inner voice/Screaming to be let out/To be freed from the shackles…