That pain you held long before it was understood
An Anodyne without the which you wore a hood,
Something medicinal mortar and pestle to soothe,
Dulls discomfort in and around us weary smooth,
I can't prove it but I believe it in the soft and slow,
Ease the map in us edges that like to peak & show
The bird in you she quiets a rage something sharp
Makes waiting bearable drums a thrumming harp
We go down into things most people avoid in life,
Husband, stranger, father lost searching for a wife
More to the depth in us relieve in us the final hour
You don’t have to carry it all so tightly in a Dower,
Someone something that sits beside you and Says:
A hurricane hit the exclusive cabana in lonely très,
Kiss a silent touch rest its head in a soft place held
Somedays a cure inside us makes us kick and yeld
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:52 AM UTC
That pain you held long before it was understood
An Anodyne without the which you wore a hood,
Something medicinal mortar and pestle to soothe,
Dulls discomfort in and around us weary smooth,
I can't prove it but I believe it in the soft and slow,
Ease the map in us edges that like to peak & show
The bird in you she quiets a rage something sharp
Makes waiting bearable drums a thrumming harp
We go down into things most people avoid in life,
Husband, stranger, father lost searching for a wife
More to the depth in us relieve in us the final hour
You don’t have to carry it all so tightly in a Dower,
Someone something that sits beside you and Says:
A hurricane hit the exclusive cabana in lonely très,
Kiss a silent touch rest its head in a soft place held
Somedays a cure inside us makes us kick and yeld
I honestly think the things in life that are most understandable are completely beyond us, weird to the strange, in a kiss and tell, and sometimes the lonely, pain, and sorrow, seeks some relief, an anodyne in the wind more than just endurance but the ease of being held in the rain.
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