often and gently
like a whisper
like a prayer spoken with no voice just held there gently within the cage of ribs
hope is like this hope just this a wish we barely let an idea held close in the throat
I will always welcome them I am made this way I can do life no differently
never without one yet growing slimmer leaner where the years have grafted away sections
in need of this surface I let it go at will believe as I must I am part of making all things new
