It’s a very solitary place here.
There is a kind of swelling
inside my emotional brain
that is filled with
anger and sadness
that don’t belong there
don’t belong anywhere
but were learned
as I grew up watching the grown ups.
So in this solitary place
I proffer a wish
that the swelling may reduce
that the miracle of existing
overtakes my emotional brain
and washes it clean
with the riches of joy.
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Aye, those grown-ups, when we were young, and now us grown-ups, have a lot to answer for…
ain’t that the truth…