walk with me

I watch and stumble,

picking up things, they’re tangled

I hum to build my patience

‘did I pull the wrong string?’

another trouble, I get up

again, stumble

in my head, I could trace the memory,

of my ancestors,

things they passed down to me,

what’s beyond bone structure, DNA,

and responsibility.

which I don’t know too many

I look down, blood on my knee

I could crawl to the sea


Picture: Elizabeth Lennie

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