Composition

are you just two shots of your father’s rage

one part your sister’s heart

two parts your mother’s grief

is breath really only one fifths of air

is life only a small part of death

will you face up to the rigor

are you made for the tremor

a shadow is a partner and an anchor

home is as much for bruising as healing

are you ready son

beauty is, it rides all the same

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