Based on the following prompt: Prompt #29
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 29
You are the consequence of loving deeply:
You are piles of shattered glass
Made in one fell shock of power
Waved over the roof of my home.
I will hold you in the cupped hands
At the end of outstretched arms.
Because you’ve arrived again, predictably,
And I am tired and want to be far away,
To rest in comfort and predictability,
(the kind that I control).
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