Poem by Sabrina Young

Poem by Sabrina Young

 

***

It may be blindness
That keeps the mystery …
Could it be timing
Not yet ready
To be found ….
Perhaps an
Unwillingness to
Change ….
Or the thrill
Of the fight to
Adapt ….
For some
Maybe ….
But
My mind be
Wired
With love
a pinch
Of pain
A pot of
Darkness
Left to simmer
At the edge
Of nothing
Sabrina Young © 2020

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