Diary Entry 18

The kindness you give –


I do not.

The deeds you’ve done?

So quickly forgotten.

Yet stubbornly

you knock and knock and knock.

Hoping against hope

that my door

might just unlock;

and finally the seam

so firmly shut

is left open for you

except for the but

What do you want with me, Lord?

Haven’t I already swallowed my sword?

Oh, my sweet child,

I want nothing more

than to sit awhile,

and above all else?

To simply see you smile.



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