8/8/2020

Waning

 

I feel like I’m running out of me.

How does that feel?

Not only exhausted and

caught in random memory,

insubstantial as distant dreams.

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symbiosis

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He said:  “Not a crutch, but a shoulder.”

Spoke to me as I sat alone

pondering sacred surrender.

So imbued in self-responsibility,

in making do, disowning desire for more.

So scarred/scared feeling a burden that

none will bear.

Crutches can’t be trusted.

Any outside aid so easily denied or

demanding too high a cost.

Yet shoulder to shoulder, if shoulder we find

can be the essence of life

as a gift beyond price.