My soul aches

because it is not

mine alone

but broken

bones heal

and sticks

and stones

can’t steal


from me

I can still

see it

in your eyes








About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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