Poem: Steel Tofu

I am sorry if I don’t parade

My shattered sensibilities

Around my neck,

Like a garland of self-pity

For the whole world to see.

Keeping Soul

A young girl says,

“Yes…I can live with this, I will.”

A wise woman says,

“No…I can’t live without this, I won’t.”

It’s a turning point-

Sharpened by experience &

Warmed by a longing

She knows as instinct.

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