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I desperately want to make the ink disappear
On this voided check
That was supposed to pay for our future
…
Someday my child will have this thought
"I did not ask to be born"
But, my son,
I will say,
Would you ask the redwood
To not get hit by the lightning
In the beautiful storm
That flooded the fields
And shook the earth?
Would you ask the salmon
To not swim
Out to the sea?
...
There is a point
At which the senses overwhelm
Please be my blindfold
As I navigate
This mess
On this voided check
That was supposed to pay for our future
…
Someday my child will have this thought
"I did not ask to be born"
But, my son,
I will say,
Would you ask the redwood
To not get hit by the lightning
In the beautiful storm
That flooded the fields
And shook the earth?
Would you ask the salmon
To not swim
Out to the sea?
...
There is a point
At which the senses overwhelm
Please be my blindfold
As I navigate
This mess
Published 19th Sep 2018
Author's Note
An older poem that I chanced upon today and want to share.
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19th Sep 2018 4:08am
