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Loneliness brings tears...
Togetherness brings tears too:
Despair can't bring joy...
With needles of pain
I crocheted emotions
into a web of depression
cocooning myself in defeat
Churning thoughts
shot a stone of memory
from the deepest cavern
of suppression echoing
the echo of an ancestral
Griots’ maxim: I cried because
I had not shoes; until I met a man
who had not feet.
Aroused and uplifted
from the inner sanctum
of doubt, I awoke, arose
and took a walk into fields
of gracious realities—walking
free as I wanted and ought to be:
aware that my cup of grace overflows.
