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∴

i believe you can retreat
from points of no return.

i believe anything can come back
from being too far gone.

i root for prodigal sons
and their father’s who stare patiently –
achingly –
out of windows,
wondering where they are.

 

i know there are perfect storms,
and random acts of kindness,
and that love really does cover
a multitude of sins.

 

i believe in being autonomous enough
to not own your imperfections,
and imperfect enough
to not be impervious to them.

 

but i do not believe
that shame is a strategy,

nor is retribution a reward
for the right.

 

you can keep your comeuppances
and i’ll to my conscience
and cry out of love
in the night.

∴

 

 

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