a poem of sorrow

Bitter winds remind me
of how frail I really am

This is no poem of great strengths
hidden inside a misplaced footstep

This is a poem of all the ways
in which I fail

This is a poem in which
disenchantment reigns

Here I  lay down the words
words that are seeds sown in fragile soil

Words which remind me
of how very human I am

Head bowed, hands still
I lay my sorrow here

In front of this place
of resignation and acceptance

That we can’t always be
in a place of great certainty

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About aletalane

I am a learner.
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