I am weak, faltering,

I can feel my bones exhaling energy,

waiting on a bigger spark

to pull me up again.


I have been here before.

I have lost this before.

In moments or days or forever

I will escape this tension

and collapse back to human.


When my breath is short

I know my love is longer.


I might not be as strong as I want to be

but I will still last a lifetime.

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Written 6/27/17

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Late Night Write

Joy cometh in the morning because: "...I will still last a lifetime."  Cool