My heart aches at how ugly this feels
Taken for granted
Only to be sought after repeatedly
How doth one stomach the idea of
Not being taken to heart
Two wolves born of orphan mothers
Both have nothing and no one to lose
Till they found one another
Already at the end of their ropes
For even fallen leaves return to their roots
And such is life
To be less than and forgotten
As we ground hog
Each day
Over and over
Only to grow
Like a rose
From concrete
To be smoldered by the sun
Again
And
Again
About the Creator
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