Saturday, June 02, 2012

Come With Your Sorrows


Come with your sorrows.
Your back hunched
Bearing the weight of this
Dire and wicked world.

Come with your pain.
A contorted face,
So small, dry, and weak,
Tired of the masks you wear.

Come with your jaleb.
A soft ringing laugh
That echoes around,
Long after you purse your lips.

Come as Yourself.
With a pocket of dreams,
And all your misgivings.
I will still be here, always.

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