Pleased to Embrace


Coming along in a storm.

An embrace that has not been beckoned.

Whatever the petition…

No matter the endeavor.

Or, pious fold.

There is no give.



From an unwarranted crippling hold.


With every embroiled step I take.

Aside my stubborn stride…

I feel it forsake a soul.

An embodiment of limbs that will not remain whole.




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