Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Making room

Darling, is there room for me?
Or are you all full up?

Full of pain
Full of sorrow
Full
of regret

The desert is sapping you
wringing you out
Your thoughts pour forth
as you wander
You lament out loud
your sorrows
You sweat and cry
until you're empty

Only now
after you've exhaled
is there space in your lungs
in your heart
for me

For breath
For love
For hope
For life

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