This Cup

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I’m learning how to cry in deep despair and pour my blessed hot coffee at the very same time

Pain and gratitude in the same cup, indeed

I’m becoming better at praying goodness for others at my broken heart’s expense

Love and sacrifice from the same vein, it frees

I’m deciding to live with the dread of the box I was put into and with hope that I’ll one day be free

Abuse and healing in the same lifetime, glory

Hen House

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If you felt in your beautiful bones
Your sister’s despair
How it’s crushed her own bones
Would you run to her, or from her?

Would you dress up pretty
Invite her out to play
To only creep slyly at night
Or instead to dance boldly at rush hour?

widening hollow

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Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well

Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame

How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it