maybe
you are afraid to be mighty
you are afraid to be mighty
maybe
there is ease in the smallness
in the pang of the
overlooking
the dismissal
that touches like a blanket
of embarrassment
worn thin
with sparest spots of
wholeness at the edges
too old to remove a gray cast
earned from years of
holding tightly
holding tightly
these expectations
of casual disregard
for your heart of hearts
even so, though,
warm from the dryer
a familiar discomfort
still contains comfort
the blank gaze
the closed mouth
the turned head
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but, oh, my friend
oh, my friend
you are mighty
you are mighty
you are you are you are
you are mighty