poem fragment

I do not have a place for the things I know
The silence of death
The somber in forgiveness
The way a body curls into itself when harmed

I have slept a thousand nights clutching my own two hands together
Woke up in prayer as if I’ve spent the whole night sleeping with the creator
I want to live like the sun
Distant and beautiful

Too bright at times and missing all together some days

 

 

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