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Sara Jean Hood
Poems
Oct 2015
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Sometimes we hold our own hand in the dark
When its too late to call a friend,
and the hours continue to slow the closer it is to dawn
Sometimes we hold our own hand in the dark
When we can’t move from the bed
And if we did we’d be no better off
Sometimes we hold our own hand in the dark
And imagine that it belongs to someone else
And if it could maybe the rest of us could too
Belong wholly to another person
No more shackled to our own mind
No more the sole source of heat in this bed we find so wide these days
Sometimes we hold our own hand in the dark
Most times we hold our own hand in the dark
Written by
Sara Jean Hood
31/F/Chicago
(31/F/Chicago)
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