I succumb to ends of days
To ends of nights
Where the wind lays low
Where the bough bends, not breaks
I relinquish ill-fitting garments
That sinch my waist and
Smother me with stiff, forgotten lamb’s wool
Where denim, devoid of elasticity binds
I witness the belief of disbelief where
A fool’s handshake, his
Tight sweaty grasp
Squeezing my cold, limp
Apathetic hand
I suffer at the dire reach of poverty
The stricken, the voiceless
The heartache of lowly demise
In a state where trees and stars serve as meager shelters
It is the certainty of tenderness I crave
Blowing darkness to the foreboding wind
That soothes a blistered soul
I welcome togetherness
That fills the inherent void we mask
Sufficing nothing
Embracing all
I rejoice in existence
Abundance that fills all spaces
Far reaching and plenty
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A lovely write where the last two stanzas hit particularly hard and were my favorites. Well written Katie
Many thanks!
Most welcome Katie
The lead up crested to a summit of stirring abundance 🕊️🙏
Many thanks!
Most welcome dear Katie B 🙏🕊️
For me this is a soul questioning choices from outfits to tenderness and companionship.There is a touch of resignation here but it ends with welcoming and rejoicing.An enjoyable read
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Well written
Many thanks!
This is deceptively deep & also both exquisitely beautiful & meaningful .. Neville 😎🌻👍
Thank you so much, Neville!
Katie, this carries both ache and grace through it beautifully. The poem moves through constriction, poverty, disbelief, and emotional fatigue, yet it never fully surrenders to despair. Instead, it keeps reaching toward softness, belonging, and abundance. I especially loved how the final stanza opens outward after all the heaviness before it...like breath finally returning to the body. Gorgeous write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks, Tristan!
i admire the resignation and yet positivity that shines through the verse - an acceptance of the inevitable with grace...
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