Poems from Mary R.
sometimes grace is as simple
as knowing when to fall
and sometimes hope is simpler
knowing that there is no landing,
only learning to fly
do you hold the tempests in your ragged fists,
or thread the galaxies through the scars on your palms?
or are you the follower, longing...
the only way to see,
the only way to feel,
the only way to understand,
is to be alone.
that strange and absolute-
I.
only separate from...
What if I carried them all,
carried the immensity of your poisoned dreams,
your ideas of what I should be?
What if my shoulders tried to...
“the sadness will never end.”
I know you feel it, more than just the dull ache—
your sadness is you,
so much that were you to drench your...