I feel like I
should write a song to sing
to all those I have witnessed
give
to all those who lived.
As I think
about it all
Don't want lyrics
or a chorus
a hook
with a beginning and
an end
Body
where people can measure trends
My gift is a
poem
where the story
is sustained
A reflection of
the tireless arms
that remain
outstretched
even when pushed away.
Words where the meaning is
translucent
transformational
tributary.
A lesson of balance
is what I will take from
my years of structured service;
from trying too hard
too long
to serve
to give what I can
and no more
I see a blue iridescence
brilliant in the light
invisible at night
How subtly strong
and sound
is she
with her deceptively
tiny threads
they are different from every angle
the colors change
the direction differs
the expectations escalate
can you see
what you can do?
It is the spiral
that beckons and hypnotizes
paralyzes
what will I do now?
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