Conversation with Myself

Do you see those people who don’t live in your house,

wear your clothes, sleep in your bed,

speak your thoughts,

and think,

 

“Divinity stitched you together in their image.

You are masterpiece and mystery walking by me,

dust and holy breath.”

 

Or do you keep that for yourself;

love, buried where it cannot grow?

 

~K

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