Today we have a guest blogging appearance by Laura E. Fairly in the form of a recently written poem
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from the broken things,
I need to make something
broken glass,
words –
unspoken
doomed?
still,
from so long ago,
still I see these burning mountains,
burning mountains dreaming,
I can still smell a burning cigarette,
I still walk in smoldering circles
in an empty, stolen house
full of everything that everyone –
everything that everyone stole from me
and did you know that
you can break tiny, innocent things?
you could break them
you can draw out
slowly, ever slowly,
letter by sad letter,
a goodbye in wet concrete,
and you can come back
and you can approach solemnly,
piously,
its enduring ruins,
and you can claim
new allegiances and make
new promises that smell still bitter,
and you can break them,
those tiny, innocent things –
such tiny, such innocent things that
stand now proudly,
now defiantly,
over these broken goodbye ruins,
and ask for nothing more
than to be able to protect this proving
burn, this scar, and this mark
because it says, undoubtedly,
it speaks without telling:
he is gone, he is gone
yes, things,
no matter how tiny, how innocent
can be broken into little pieces that
feel no longer a thing,
not a thing, but perhaps,
the quivering of an old sting
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