of colt and balm (i)

pain troll weeping

bridge blooms watching

we are flood survived

*****

long years all these

returning home

with chambers thronged

*****

thought spent

beration of girl kind

water breaks to sodden ground

*****

cherish self

go gently

for the heart is plain

there are many ways to endure

*****

loneliness father

rue pine

mother grief

pine rue

*****

a trinity

loss

bewilderment

grief

signs

scars

wounds

sores

*****

we ache being whole

*****

these things matter

when lost self is ease

Nicola Winborn, 2024

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