Based on the following prompt: Prompt #6
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 6
In a small apartment full of queers in December
A cloud forms over the crowd: our sexuality
Isn’t the only thing we have in common.
We compare scars, tragedies, and the things
That still envelop us today. If all of our
Parts could join the conversation we’d hear:
I couldn’t run when I needed to and I’m sorry.
I wanted to carry you far away but I turned to stone
Under so
much pressure.
I spent too much time sending blood so you could flight
That I couldn’t keep you healthy.
I don’t blame you for not staying straight and upright;
Lower
ground seems safer and better hidden.
My aching is my weeping for all that you lost
And your
efforts to get something back.
I hear them now, and I hope to help them speak
Clearly and loudly enough that their screaming
Can stop someone else from suffering.
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