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Dear Sillies,
Unlike with prose, I can't just sit at a keyboard and create poetry. It either strikes or doesn't, and it usually doesn't. In these broken times, though, I want to bring back an important message. I wrote Mere Chance in 2014 for Michelle Wallace's Ubuntu Bloghop. And Michelle just had a birthday. Happy Birthday week and year, Michelle! Keep shining, inspiring lady.
PS I won the bloghop for this one. That meant a lot, especially because there were so many beautiful entries - as you can imagine.
Mere Chance
I stride into your eyes and see
I could be you.
You could be me.
Divided lives that crave the same:
Love, respect, a valued name.
Bereft of excess,
our needs so few:
Awaking safe
with breath anew.
Both good souls,
two lots to bear.
Would life make sense,
a fate we'd share.
Yet I bathe myself
in waste replete
As you stave demons
on the street.
Your time,
a fight
a fight
and mine,
a dance.
a dance.
Mere chance contrasts
each circumstance.
Your hurdles, vast
Your earnest, true
How easily
I could be you.
