I know that pain is a problem.
But you relay every promise,
To me like we are stronger.
I have to keep it honest -
I went from awe-struck
To bothered.
I don't like how it happened,
But it is on us.
We have to carry our own;
We have to carry on...
So, what if we held hands
For every fall?
But I'm tired of seeing
Union in wishing!
Can we do something different?
My body needs to know
Your body's on it.
That's where the overflow from
Our souls goes.

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© Reba Rabaji