Mother

Jul 11, 2014 21:11

She sifts through words like earth
in search of that hurt she hid.
Shaped feelings are easier to objectify.
And in so doing she can distance herself
from these things.  Her heart is a runner.
A marathoner originating from an indiginous
people whose culture revolves around it.
Beneathe budding droplets of perspiration, caged by
ribs rendered brittle by age- her heart pounds.
All around her is the sound of heartbeats and
she gives all that she is to them.
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