Poetry

S P A C E S

Teach me how to smile,

With all my cracks exposed;

I’m learning how to breathe,

In spaces I keep closed.

 

It’s often hard to see,

Corrosion of the head;

When everything in view,

Remains to go unsaid.

 

I used to be like you,

A light among the dim,

But then I overcame,

The need to let it win.

 

Offer me your joy,

in ample quantities,

I’ll pocket it for days,

And use it sparingly.

 

I notice what you are,

Despite your tendency

To pageant from afar,

A perfect fantasy.

 

Teach me how to smile,

With all my cracks exposed,

I’m learning how to breathe,

In spaces I keep closed.

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