Matthew Wetter Poet Haiku

6 Haiku before dawn

Sometimes, I wanna
Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts. 
But she is asleep. 

Or she's not, but gone. 
Not available to help
Balance my wobble. 

Or I have too much 
To say, and worry about
My place in her world. 

I forget myself. 
I yearn for Hiraeth-- my love--
My soul’s safe haven.

I am stone and clay
Metal and wood, living.
Resilient. Stoic.

So, my feet planted, 
Unafraid-- no, just bravely--
Facing my sunrise

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