9

I cannot write 

without pity

Self pity

has no hold

over me

but the bigger picture

refuses to linger

in sorrow

nor in joy

I cannot write

in spring 

and I cannot write in

winter

All the pieces are now

drifting a different way 

washing away now

slowly

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