11 months poem#9

how courage filled we are,

with every noise and voice of reason ignored,

how courage filled we are,

in this 

flutter

this haste, 

how courage filled.

we halt for no one but this growth 

it breaks the seams of our own rage, 

our own permissions.

we sloppily embrace the ugly of each other, the beautiful.

knowing, that it lives with all the other things,

that thicken into healing.

we know that time will wither

that drinks will soften

that words will worry…

we know that this is finite and in that lives eternity.

you kiss the heart of my face

I leave my hand on your chest

reminders of a pledge

made of 

how courage filled we are. 

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