Shaken
Aug 7, 2022
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Going, going, gone
Swallowing the chaos of it all, then
swallowing the spirits to float away
Our body couldn’t hold us
— our shaken soul,
our unstable heart
So it made us stop and go
slow, slow, slow
Stay here
Stay here.
Stay
with the ground,
rooted down
This poem was originally written on July 8, 2022.
