tattered

there are worse things to be
than slightly worn
rough around the edges
used up
dried out
splintered

.

there is green
and just beginning
starting over
fragile innocence
curling up
towards the sun

.

there is the burn
and the tear
scabbing over
forming callous
swallowing
bitter

.

there is the waiting
the always
waiting
and the brief
shimmer
of possibility

.

there is
the growing
and the living
and the knowing
and the dying.
there is always

this

.

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