Monday, April 17, 2017

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Seventeen


For you
there's the door
you came in

gone through
too much
to be
called brave.

You gift
is choice
to leave
see difference.

Don't entr
to leave
don't explainn
soul search.

What you find
you'll lose
under bed
days after.

Say bye
that all
left beind
is gift

very first
unselfish act
since you
got here.

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