Terra firma does not seem so firm,
Who knew men’s words,
The tremors of their vocal chords,
Could shake the ground beneath my feet
And form fissures of falsehoods?
Where can I go but upwards?
The air up here is thin
And cannot sustain a lie.
There is air enough for truth
And breath enough for poetry.
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I can’t wait to read your stories as a way of relaxing my body after a long day at work.
Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself, because every work of art is actually a piece of the artist.
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I really appreciate this comment – thank you so much!