bodies.
bodies.
bodies.
all of these
and
all of me
are both
good enough
and too much
everything
and nothing
but
spaces—
a whole lot of waste
to take up physical space
if I am worthy
as a person;
if I have the courage
of finding my place.
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Misery, from Grief Lessons
PoetryI didn't know I am misery, until now. And for today, I wake up on the wrong side of me.
