At times even blessings will bleed us.
There are some
who lost their lives
& those who were lost from ours,
Who we might
now re-enter,
All our someones summoned softly.
The closest
we get to time travel
Is our fears softening,
Our hurts
unclenching,
As we become more akin
To kin, as we
return
To who we were
Before we
actually were
Anything or anyone—
That is, when
we were born unhating
& unhindered, howling wetly
With
everything we could yet become.
To travel back in time is to remember
When all we knew of ourselves was love.
Very well written words.
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