Rest
Time
Heal
Grow
Be angry
Let go
Love is always buried underneath
Between the harsh words
And angry looks
The sun gives us
Opportunity
Each morning
To try again
To get it right
To hold on tight
To shoulders that carry
Too much weight
Pulling at joints
Ripping at cartilage
Surgery can only masque
The damage
But I can hold you
In my dislocated arms
Squeeze you
Until you feel important
Worthy to be loved
This wasn’t your fault
It wasn’t mine
Sometimes life is all about
What you can’t hide
What you can be
Despite these
Heinous crimes
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