to stop running – February 10

2.10

to stop running as if

the wind were chasing

to stop crying as if the

wolf was burying

 

to stop dying over

and over again

while little children

played on your grave

 

westing wind now blow

straight through, from time

to place to heart

of stone

 

stop now, and let night

fall until you can’t feel

it anymore, and your

breath comes softer

 

and your heart calms into

solace that only the

kindred soul can

know.

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