Day 531: Born

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∴

how will i rise
to this occasion

with so much weight,

like rocks
added to the pockets
of wet robes,

that i drop in.

 

i

drop

in

all that expectation
of professionalism
and “goodness.”

 

just take it off.

take it off.

just.

 

for the flesh –
pink and raw and fresh –
is still young
and breathes
as ever it did
beneath.

 

costumes,

bolders,

banners,

and brawn,

we wear them,
with pride and endurance.

 

but stripped of this
and you shall find
a garment
most effortlessly worn –

 

real and ruddy
we may go;

a new life

bared and born.

∴

 

 

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