Thursday, January 5, 2012

sonnet twenty eight

we wage pointless battles
when we know we would
both lose, but it has
never been about who wins -

it is about loving and forgiving,
it is about surviving and ending,
it is about breathing and beginning,
it is about you and me

and what we make of this -
in height and depth, in light
and darkness, in laughters and tears

of tangles and tangents,
of breaking and mending,
of embracing and gathering.

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