the prayer cards they give you at wakes
pile up near the stack of mail that there’s
no point in opening – you’re 90, quit
paying the bills, quit every damn thing
you don’t want to be doing with the time
you have left. you’ve had enough
worry over money and people and time,
you’ve iced bruises and wiped tears
and shit, thanking god for every
thankless minute before your celebration.
your heart’s been broken, but you’ve
known all the greatest kinds of love,
and there’s a luckiness there that so
few people have the chance to taste at all
Thank you for reading! This is my first post on Vocal, I hope you enjoy!
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Cheney Meaghan
I am a journaler, writer, and poet. I am lucky enough to love my day job, but luck has nothing to do with what I want the most, to make a living writing. That takes determination. Want to show your love? 👉 https://ko-fi.com/cheneymeaghan
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