How Easily We Forget To Be Whole

January 13, 2009
By Devan Gouvea, Santa Rosa, CA

Limbs tremble with absence
Edged, the cliff is long
Bones thrum in ache
Fingers cradle lips
Loss is present even in the stitching
Barest of casings, maybe skin
Deeper fear poisons everything
Oh to stretch and shed this
Distrust I’ve grown for me

Crowned the demon stepped down
Smiling made me sick
Heaving soul wretched heart
Wronged and feeling so
Must be wrong myself
Clutching a shame I hadn’t known
Carried with me all this time
Revealed, such a simple thing
To let go

To forgive yourself
After so long an enemy

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