July 26, 2015

grow

who among us is not
a girl interrupted,
a woman spinning wildly
as she tries to find her center
we face our challenges
as best we may
long weeping nights
and long enduring days
we spin, we fall,
we pick up, pack up, and move on
we bravely enter and re-enter
our own unknown
we turn aside from fears
and stubbornly we say
we will care for all,
no one excepted
not even ourselves
time to plant the tears.


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