to our mothers' wall
seeking hope in another's life
not a single cell in my being
begs to live half of everything
a life of half happiness
Half abandonment
Half loneliness
should I then potspone my smile
for tomorrow?
how do we carry our half beings
till the Earth eats this flesh
Half dead
promises disappears amongst the weeds
by the Eden of living days
Trust now you say?
How ironic
I did
Yet still I walk with an eye closed
And walk with an eye open
Half of everything
By Jessica John Posko ❤️
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