Tag: poetry

  • Grief

    Leaning against the doorFacing the coloured worldI converse with passers-byWho cannot see behind meMy steadfast hand in hers We do not release our careBut she is trapped half-outBetween yesterday and tomorrowOften peering backwardWhere love maintains its sorrowsAnd she is trapped half-inWhere her sleeve stays shredded Through unheralded scarsHer essence is seepingMotherhood never subsidesNever peels, never […]

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