A free form poem
(about continuously foraging for peace)
Patience has kept me sitting tight
being a role model…
Back at my station,
I have cut some branches
sliced open some new and old wounds
fingered them gently just to see why
When we’re on the phone it’s love
the same as that which kills us
Tears are at the fore
with promises building bridges
through the skies
we breathe together and hold it all back
until tomorrow
We’re growing together all the time
I have someone who can guide me
when needed
who helps to prop up some pride
Everything is open
the gate, the sky, these shackles
even these two black eyes
© 2020, JJ Aitken
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