To Persist
My face is a cracked line that floats
between flurry and decline
squeezed open by promises unkept
by imprints of messiness
by the after shocks of joy
Facial skin spotted,
the sun's minted pay off
No resistance to the screen time of now
My profile settling like ash in a bin
but woven within the puzzle pieces of life
grounded in all that's humane
My face touched by your hands
shuts out addled history
shuts out combustible fear
My face held in your hands allows me to think
I could out run fire
Poem composed: July 2020
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2020
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