Posted in Poems

To the girl whose hand I held as she cried herself to sleep:

I felt your heart beat in your wrist
as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
So heavy are your aches and tears
the whole room trembles
in the presence of your sorrow
as you quake and breathe
in staccato rhythms
the power in your
can shake down any walls.
Release the belief that you must contain
your emotions inside
your glass bottle of a body
for you need not wait
until you overflow
to share all that you are.


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