Bones Touch Ground

how can another love me?
I wonder this so often
pointlessly so...

I see my failings close
where my bones touch
this ground I wonder

I know I am well
intentioned
true

I feel my ceilings though...
doubt at a place deeper
than thought

I had prayer
promise
poem

here from within
where weariness
blooms with
ease

often there
has been this
scorn

no cause but
distrust
fearfulness
felt

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