when I fall and only I am there to catch myself on pavement or on thinned ice, who will remind me that I didn’t break this time and that being broken from before is not shameful at all?
I am no astronaut but that doesn’t mean I can’t see the future sometimes or that I’ll never see the universe.
© Niliema Karkhanis
Authour’s note: I thought that I had finished going through all my sets of writings, especially from previous glopowrimos, but I keep finding little gems.
This is glopowrimo poem 10, April 11, 2017 from collection 3 of nearly lost poetry past (unedited).
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