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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
Copyright ©
Matthew Wetter
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