60 x 20
I will go,
ends to ends.
avenging every breath
I took for granted.
of my own,
my childish rasps,
sweet & subtle
small, heaping calls for semblance.
calm waters,
still walls.
& those before.
I cried in vain.
for my cowardice,
and their might, resolve, expansive souls.
those who lived and perished for all.
freedom, spiritual freedom to chase storms.
they live now, you know.
those ones who break chains,
who go,
ends to ends,
seeking solace for one breath,
a life for a life.
SOLD.
jennifer bingaman 