Friday, November 11, 2016

seventy seven

The sameness kills me

The way you are stagnant

In your suffering

Maybe if you died

You would be at peace

Even though I wouldn't.

I learned today

That Charlie had to grow up fast--

And they shamed him into silence

So that's why

He doesn't say much

But he is so kind

And I know that Jenny

Hasn't had it easy

Especially when her mom died

Yet she sees the best in people

Somehow

Maybe,

If you left

I'd have reason to be sad

Instead of lingering in your hospital

Aimlessly

Maybe

I could learn to be kind

And see the best in people.

I've been told it's okay

To give you permission,

So even though you don't understand,

Maybe God will take this poem as a prayer.

It's okay. Don't be afraid to hurt me. You can go home.

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