They say from the bottom the only way is up
but we are tired of climbing
of splitting nails and bones and muscle
on the treacherous slope.
maybe we want to rest
to stop and sleep
on a stable surface
for once in our lives.
maybe we should stop
grasping and clawing to make our way up when
the surface is so far above us.
maybe
it's better
to just
live.
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Anthology
PuisiA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.