Poem: Broken Chin

She took mine and I took hers,

that is the way it built.

With each placement of our steps,

and dirt kicking under our shoes,

failure easily entered.

Careless thoughts and broken promises,

nothing but stomping, it was second nature.

She let go of my freedom,

my lasting appeal,

our chins no longer supporting each other.

Not terrified of this loss,

that is the way to see it now.



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