Words are stored 
Like dust on windowsill
nothing is like love
nothing is like lost
however much you explain
these things take their toll
on your face
around your eyes
the slight droop of your lips
they say it all-
how you stood
hanging to hope as if a rope
and then you think
it isn’t that at all
really, it isn’t!

But dare them to stop you 
Can they?
You’ve lived long enough
to know for a fact
the will has a will of its own
it’ll walk in the cold
it’ll stir your sleep 
slide in the shower 
mock you in the mirror
laugh at you
sneer at you
keep looking at you
until you smile and say
it is worth it
really it is.


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