In your care.
Nearby, within audible reach
To profoundly absorb
The meaning in candor.
The relevance of juxtaposition
More needed now,
Than ever.
Crushed to know
The ability to close gaps
Ever remains, widening
These are scorching times of uncertainty
They must be sorted as is
In time, with practice,
In solitude.
I am hard to crack to my own self
A sewer of skins, stubborn, removed.
Pushed out to farthest pastures
The staff of my own leading
Beating me now.
Truth to be told, in this place
The hardness of who I am,
Begs for softening.
For sweetening,
For sensitivity
To be held.
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