Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred fifty two

we break from the unfeeling,
sacrilegious habit of doubting
our capacity to love, our desire
to remain in this one

tender instant, we free ourselves
from the fragmented memories
our hurt has delved into and
crush the seconds it was

ever allowed - this soul and
these hands are fallible, beloved,
but your brightness has

blessed my faith with the courage
to continue believing we will
emerge from this, we will triumph.

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