Day 23: NaPoMo 30 Thoughts in 30 Days

Alone
I am sure I’m not the only one,
orbiting routine and ritual
Wings heavy with the migratory patterns of
vibrating blue,
summoning multiple suns to burn straight through me,
rescuing a neglected heart
from a starving soul.

I am sure I’m not the only one,
to curse hope for lying
about the goodness of people
when darkness of division
snatches a black girl back
from believing in yes.

I am sure I’m not the only one
to lose my mind,
lose my life,
waiting to die
at hands trained by
shield and siren,
curt caseworker,
pretty pusher,
3 hots and a cot.

I am certain I’m not the only one.
Am I?

Still a work in progress, 2 more stanzas I think…. But I was determined to post!

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