Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Poem: November 5, 2019

Settled

Burned as I was and distrustful
and selfish and untethered and
in no particular order, really just
a bucket of unfinished poems,
rough surfaces and earnest aching,
I am grateful that you found in me
something worth fighting past,
some place to plant a flag, so that
today, you and I, our home and
family, are so obvious as to be
the only answer to the only hard
question I was afraid to ask myself.


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