A poetry prompt from the group:
The Way Out Is
what was
is wearing
through
hairline fractures
the invisible exits
for what can not
be held back
you've spent a
lifetime patching
gathering plugs
for the largest hurts
made from the
circumstance
of others,
a monotonous
drama of
the daily
the pain of
avoidance
will break you
as holes multiply,
you will falter
relief lies
in the seeping
exit of your
self-made filling
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