years ago when I could hold you up to my shoulder
I whispered out the window to you and the sunrise
“I will do my best to be here for you, always”
As soon as I those words fall off the tips
of my fingers onto the keyboard, I am lying.
the liar me said to you and the sun and the
dried up desert soil and the squirrels running
in it “I will be here for you” and today
the droning words inside me mutter
“you have failed again, failed again, failed again.”
because I can’t fix it, can’t fix this, can’t
no matter how much I wish it were different
you have been courageous and you are trying
and I watch you walk away, in tears I cannot
begin to stop.
portable wisdom in a cup clichés forgive me
much more easily than I forgive me
truth if there is such a thing is we are all
wishing we could fix it, fix this, make this better
anything would be better than this
waiting.
In April, 2020. I will be writing poetry based on wisdom from poets past and present combined with the wisdom of Brene Brown. These poems will do their best to be unromantic narratives from life right now, in this moment, that people may return to later and... if not enjoy exactly - perhaps see themselves within the words.
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