My Fulfillment
Oh to have my arms enfold
all that I hold dear
would laden them with unlimited girth
and all would overhear
complaints spill from my mouth
and groans from arms that ache.
But what they could never understand
is my heart could never break.
Oh to have my eyes envision
everything I love
would fill them with unlimited sight
and all would wonder of
what it is that they can't see
that creates my inner keel.
And what they could never understand
is how seeing makes me feel.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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