Saturday, 22 March 2014

The Easing

Does not lay at any
Of our feet

Rather it flits
From side to side unable
To find its home
But still sits
Heavy on our shoulders

A burden
We have carried for too long

Weighted down
Pulling us back into the dirt
In the hope
We might be halfway human
And find comfort
In the gentleness we ease into
Each others life.

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