I just wanted to cry
Perhaps,
if all the tears fell out,
there would be nothing left to give.
Everything inside on the outside
ready to receive
and be filled all over.
If I look deeply,
maybe I can find enough
good things to feel whole.
Was I ever whole?
Half full, quarter way, almost.
Almost but never quite there.
Fissures, cracks, and pinholes
widen as the years go by
wearing away
like the cartilage
within the knee.
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Posted Oct 17, 2022, 10:07 PM UTC · edited
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