Sunday, February 12, 2023

Human Condition

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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