beauty, love, poetry, Uncategorized

a glove

Imagine a soul

Like a glove

Turned inside out

For so long

Its forgotten itself

We’ve all been there,

Awkward and marked like

Cain for failing to deliver

A fitting sacrifice

Yet all around

Over

Within

There is love,

And the courage to love

And despite all evidence

To the contrary

There are a million

Tiny acts of kindness

Like stars

And through them

Through one another

We make the darkness

A little less dark,

And the glove

Still fits my fingers

The material breathes

And so will I

And so will you.

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