I’m here

Common mistakes
where empty hands
give us away.
Grabbing, touching,
tapping, holding
while having no idea
what to look at.
It’s stress
that’s breaking through
with nails searing
and eyes bleeding
we’re hearing and listening
in two very different ways.
Now just waiting for a better moment
that’ll speak for itself
and cover me
for all those days
where it all feels
backwards and safe.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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