Little Changes
That existence is not a burden
Never occurred to a mind straining in darkness
But is now what I can grapple with because
You taught me a new language of love
And I expect to read new stories
I will always have an entombed illness
A debilitation that I must walk with
But new languages open new roads
Some that are slightly smoother than others
And easier to walk with you
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