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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Poetry 163: Being Human

Being Human


Do you know what it’s like

to be unable to breathe

when that which is most

precious is lost forever?


Yes, I do.


Do you know what it’s like

to wake up in the middle

of the night completely

terrified that everything is

just about to fall to pieces?


Oh yes.


Do you know what it’s like

to mourn something that

has never actually been,

and is unlikely to ever be?


Unfortunately, yes.


How about what it’s like

to just want one, brief moment

of sanity to just catch your breath

before the next move?


Absolutely.


So then, let me ask you something.


Okay.


Who are you?


Human.

-Me

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