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I died a little,
but resolved to keep going.
No time to dance with darkness.
My self-imposed isolation,
a curse and a cure,
unearthed an awakening.
With a heart made of cinder blocks,
I scraped myself up
to bear witness to the aiding and abetting of atrocities.
Accomplices who sat there,
stone-faced and unapologetically duplicitous.
Enamored by the way the light attached to their faces,
I pressed my face to the glass.
Foolishly I sought interconnection
and breathed warmth onto the surface.
With my pointer finger,
I illustrated relatable conclusions in the fog
But they fell silent upon the ears
of those who chose not to hear,
and remained unseen by the eyes of those that chose not to see.
I could not make sense of it.
I still can't.
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With my pointer finger,I illustrated relatable conclusions in the fog
I really like that phrasing. Touching poem. -
I died a little,but resolved to keep going.
Love how this starts. Very artistic poem Miranda!-
Thank you!
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Lovely imagery with the foggy glass.
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Thanks!
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Thank you!