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Oct 2016
Asking the wind to slow down
These flames need not be fanned any further
Learning how to dream alone
Is not something I ever wanted to remember

War makes bones out of kindness
Love makes gravel out of memories between us
How far will this road stretch before me
I only know it will never be like it was

Someone said they were happy for me
How do you feel that way with what you carry
All the sweat to build walls for safety
Turned to blood as I climbed over for sanity

The doubts of a lifetime changed shape
Swimming in a moat meant to keep them out
I could only press wet hair against my skull
As I walked towards a trail I knew nothing about

At the bottom of the hat I never wore
Was a message of patience for the time I’ve waited
It’s what they say time is everyone’s gift
If that were true the past wouldn’t feel so wasted

Right here with you is something I hope to say
Whether from burnt out rooftops or a green tree
Inside of life each day cannot be felt by unhappiness
If broken smiles knew healing was as easy as being free
Mark Lecuona
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