Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor
of an aging life uncut and unloved.
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It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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he fell without a sound,
into that place where his family left him,
where love was never there to taste,
only conditions that pealed it away …
leaving him with only
the smell of what they did.
Something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
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before your words became bruises,
before your hands were a weapon,
before my shirt lost its white,
and before tears were my food,
you were my father
and i was your son.
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in the ashes of clipped wings
he kept his love of feathered fragment remains
hidden where no light would find it.
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