poetry, writing

Some nights

Some nights

Are too long

Too quiet

Like a chattering nest

Of insects in the walls

Not the bleak anxieties

But the hope

The wonder when it will

All come together

Like finding a religion

On the ability to

Find the broken

Bulb on a string of

Christmas lights

And some nights

Gone too soon

Lit up from within

And I bear them both

As I sit with

Myself

Hold the pen

And work a little

Longer

 

 

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