Human Condition
Like the stark winter wind
blowing over the drifts
a frigidness draws questions
of life and love
Who have I been
why have I been
remembering things once forgotten
that leave me exposed in the light
Truth has this way
of feeling uncomfortably uncovered
in a room full of strangers
until I realize that all are bare
Everyone covers up who they are
some more than others
because vulnerable intimacy
is something shared over a lifetime
Poem 22-035z
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