This one’s hard to title for some reason — NaPoWriMo Day 29

What’s the hardest work?
Perhaps the invisible.
Straightening the chairs,
the garbage doesn’t empty
itself. We believe that
some things are meant to
be out grown.” Yet many
take pride in their
dirty nails, callouses,
strength. This is a hard
world to live in. Perhaps
more gratitude can soften
it a bit.

April 29, 2019 · poems

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