Permission

March 5, 2018

I don’t want to forget.
I want it to linger.

 

To make a nest in my body
And burrow in the depths of my being.

 

Until it nibbles its way to the trigger,
And rage thrusts me forward;
Until my suffering heals the broken,
And moves the motionless:

 

My pain will be felt
By everyone I touch.

 

And by you,
Who touched the most precious parts of me.

 

Without
Asking

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