Moments ~ Poem

Oregon Thanksgiving 2014 039In the moment it always feels right.

Decisions fall, weakness folds.

Strings reach from the throat to the stomach, tighten with grand grip.

Knots unravel into tears.

Grip released, tears wiped.

Forget once again, forgive for now.

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