Day 281: All My Days

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do not deceive me, friend,
and say that you would hold me
while i cry,

for i am a deluge of sorrows
that’d drown you.

 

do not console me, love,
and tell me you’d stand by me
come what may
and in danger

for i move fast
and ferociously
when frightened.

 

do not wait for me, proud one,

for i get lost in fields
that fall off country roads
and go missing
to braid blades of wheat
into bridal gowns.

 

do not consider me yours,

for how could i be?

i am not even my own.

 

now i see
the only Sea
that could cup my weeping

or Strength that i could stand,
doubtless beside;

the only One patient enough
to wait for me –

 

keeping watch
keeping watch

 

– i must live out all my days to meet.

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