november 19, 2020

even when it's grinding
even when it's slow
even when it hurts more than the original injury

you must heal.

it is your body's imperative:
to live, not to wonder
why you were left alive.

the planes overhead make no sense:
why wish for gravity's betrayal?

the stars overhead stay silent.

the clouds move fast:
the almost new moon still:
a sliver, waiting.