there are blessings,
though they are wrapped
in sandpaper—
perhaps by now
your fingerprints
are nearly erased
perhaps you’ve noticed
how this
is the gift
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged loneliness, poem, poetry, separate self on October 21, 2015| 3 Comments »
there are blessings,
though they are wrapped
in sandpaper—
perhaps by now
your fingerprints
are nearly erased
perhaps you’ve noticed
how this
is the gift