In 100 days, I have
never thought of giving up
change inflaming mountain climb
meet angel gramma grave stone
morning
sweeping dead leaves
heard
"come visit" turn
"come stay" turn
"come home"
felt
claimed by strangers
passed by family
used.
loved by family
loved by family
blessed
kept
kissed
bruised
skipped over
favored.
wrestled
with dreams of giving up/
imagining regret under coats of chocolate/
bitter taste might be worth the shame/
when rest is found in running away/
thereʻs too much to change in too little anything
Watched
young eyes form tear swell with every
mispronounced word/
announcing past failed teaching passing grade/
parents allowing present absences/
shortening future trails of child prodigies/
I questioned,
given vision for progression.
pure intention.
direction.
in 100 days, I have
become part of the change
the old lady prayed for.
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