the sun over your shoulder

Your soul is worth more than your anger and your pain.

What heart is this that beats with rage enough to harm, to kill?

One gaze into a still pool reveals the sun over your shoulder

and transient clouds in a turquoise sky. Do you not see your face there

as much a part of it all? Unclench your fists, you fool.

It is not too late for you. Your healing comes in the closing

of your eyes, too tender from weeping.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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