Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Nintey:

Sometimes I have to

stop asking for poems.

Sometimes I have to

tell someone’s story

other than my own.

Sometimes I have to 

say wait a minute 

you have the privilege

of bringing someone else

back to life

breathing their breath

thinking their thoughts

speaking their truths

sometimes I have to.



©️Mark W. Ó Brien

27Apr2022


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