Unspoken | A Poem
by L.M. Browning, from a private collection
There are things that will go unsaid
and unwritten—that will live in us alone
until time shifts the landscape of memory
and all that we remember is changed.
Out beyond the murkiness left
by anger-tinted arguments,
remember what you know in your heart
and bring that truth close.
For a moment let it be.
For a moment love it as-is.
For a moment hold it
then let it go.
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