Poem 74, day 78: Go



She didn’t know herself any longer.


One day, she glanced at a photograph and saw,

For the first time,

That she was no different to the figures at her side;

Different faces, different forms, yet the same somehow.

She allowed her days to be identical.

Would it really have been so hard to liven things up a little?

Instead, she wrapped the blanket too tightly when

She wasn’t even cold.


And then she saw the photograph.

There was something there that said – go –

That moment has been now. Remember it,

Then go, go and make some more.



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