decomposition

blackboards.

stained chalk.

a heart held

bleeding.

outside

of its chest.

you know the feeling

when it feels

as though

you can’t be saved

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going

today

was made of

broken hopes

and questioned dreams.

and

yet

there is a sun

left

to set.

and the chance

to try again.

at

sunrise.

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tales

I have heard tales

where the beast

is loved

by the beauty.

and the pain

is taken

by the winds

in the eyes.

and the hard

is made

soft

by the soft.

the way(s) –

we can hope –

we will be saved.

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heal

they will write

poems

about

healing.

and

smile

in their photographs.

and sometimes

they

will believe it

too

 

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miss

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it was close.

the days were the good kind of long.

and the hearts were the good kind of soft.

and the possibility of more.

ran. tart. in the air.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Annie Spratt