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Been a while since I posted. As the school year is now winding down I’ll will be trying to post more.
I am thankful that time, can wear things away. Like the sting
of what my mother calls the private indignities of life we must stand
As the sting echoes into a dull ache my heart softens all the violence
in my blood smolders. I bow my head my complaint is bitter
And with time even this dull ache leaves merely imprint of memory. I try to stir
and blow oxygen into coals flame long gone, time has been good.
Although it cares not for how we sing and hope to endure