self pity has become a lottery of lost hope
one million tickets later
I find myself hiding behind a pile of crumpled paper
with an embarrassed look on my face
you only laugh while
rearranging the puzzle pieces of your piety
into a perfect square
I fold my fearlessness
into the bottom
of your dresser drawer
and wait for a forgotten fad
to be reborn
resolve dissolves
you never were that brave







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