Poetry Sunday

If you're one of those people who spends too much time doomscrolling, this is for you ...

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by Nikita Gill

Is it possible to unlearn the language 

of everything that hurt us?

When will this rage look in the mirror 

and learn that she is grief?

When will humans remember that we are 

supposed to be a canopy of trees protecting 

each other from a storm?

How do we forgive ourselves for not being 

the people we thought we would be?

How do we forgive ourselves 

for becoming the people we are?

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend ... preferably outdoors, rather than online. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo