Tuesday, September 23, 2014


I remember
Her little hands 
Clutching the edge
Of her playpen;
Her toes as she tried 
To climb 
The mesh 
That surrounded her.
I watched from far,
Caught her before 
She fell over the edge.

I'm watching,
I watch myself from far.
Caught in the dark mesh of grief
That surrounds me
My hands holding on,
As I try to climb out.

I hope I can catch me,
If I fall.

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