Poem -
at odds
I am woman who despite the
Odds still manages to get it wrong
To question probe and toss the
stars
Away and oh so fucking far
I am woman scraping
Blackened nails against those
Even blacker truths, who can't find
Light beyond beyond what is
I am she who sits with skeptic
Brow, sees nothing good beyond
The now, not one thing good
beyond the now and strains to make
A peace with that somehow.
M ~
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You may have a skeptic brow but, my god, can you write it all out well!
An amazing piece 👏👏👏👏
Thanks so much for taking the time Tina...appreciated always my friend xx