Keeping Faith
There are years
nothing gets through.
Not the cold coming under the door.
Not the dog barking three houses down.
Not the hand laid carefully
around the waist.
Still,
something knocks at the ribs.
And the years pass
intact.
Outside,
wars continue.
Magnolias open without permission.
Still, we keep faith with what numbs us
as if that were not the tragedy.
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"Still, we keep faith with what numbs us
as if that were not the tragedy."
Truth. I think sometimes numbing feels easier. A while back, I wrote a note to myself about why I was numbing and avoiding. I figured it was because my whole life has been hard and I was done with hard. But numbing is hard too. Because how can good get in if I am numb?
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Heartbreakingly true.