Certainty can be a fictional tool and sometimes a picture of blasphemy to a human being

Patience is something I can no longer seek

I believe I have enough for both you

And me

Twirling thumbs

Are a sign of the times

Whispering notes of music

Can be an only way out

A joyous exit to peace

A primal code of freedom

The girth of my heart is far greater than you could ever know

No one has ever measured it

No one has ever taken the time to

There is no measure – only a reading

One you could never comprehend

Be blessed

And move along

As the rest

By Elizabeth Mendiola

Copyright 2014


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