Maureen Alikor

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Stood beneath it,
wondering what could have gone wrong.

Staring sternly at its roots;
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Poets and words.
Words and poets.
One of a kind,
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If I could mutter words
to be heard by you alone
what would they be?
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Dear Husband,

How are you? it's been a while, what have you been up to? Where have
you overlooked?
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Made of clay
Birthed in nature’s voice
Agility is his
As he mounts on time
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Hold my hand
let's walk the walk
and take the land
while we talk the talk
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I strayed from home
I sought relieve
I pleaded my cause
upon deaf ears it fell
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Tonight of all nights
you look fragile
like an egg
without its crate
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'twas too good,
too good to be true.

The truth remains,
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Is it the warmth of his hands,
or the tender steps he takes?
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Far from home,
on an island;
stories that touch abound,
national service it is,
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See her in stitches,
see her limping with crutches;
her stitches are sewn here and there,
her pains,
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Alone.
It may be boring.
Alone.
It may be tiring.
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We carry a burden,
it is weighty,
it is burdensome.
We wish;
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Mouthful,
lips shuts,
the wide grin.
That deceptive curve.
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If
you were to be
what you wished
what would it be?
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I walked
and walked.
I grew weary in
walking
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My legs
knotted in ties
refuse to walk
this journey of hate
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