365 Days of Poetry: Day Sixty

Still true two years later. Geez.

You nourish me.
When I feel cold and alone.
When I feel homeless again,
buried and worthless.
This pain you take-
I nourish it, keep it
alive and kicking me.
After so long, it is hard
to let go of this long
love affair, martyrdom-
needing to feel pitied
to feel alive. So I still
cry
and die
and sigh
and all those petty things
that are meaningless now
because you nourish me
and I am safe, and welcome
and loved.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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