You lent me
a shoulder
to lean on,
arms to hold
so I could cry.
Legs with which
to stand.
I wish I didn’t
still need them.
© Sarah Doughty
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Conjured by Sarah Doughty
You lent me
a shoulder
to lean on,
arms to hold
so I could cry.
Legs with which
to stand.
I wish I didn’t
still need them.
© Sarah Doughty
You truly are a wordsmith!
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Thank you so much!
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Sarah Doughty/Heartstring Eulogies
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Well written Sarah, I loved it. Thank you.
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Thank you so much!
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That last line surprised me. It made me read the whole thing over again. I like how it’s a yearning for one’s own personal strength, to be able to stand on one’s own feet. 🙂
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Yes. It would be nice, and it would be nice too say I can stand on my own, but I’d be lying.
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