Can we love who we are
It's not so easy for some
It wears lines of furrowed brow
A nagging ache expressed in time
For moments of ease
So startling then lost
Like the movements of hummingbirds
Everyone gathers and smiles
Then slight sighs and off
Into the barrens, the deserts, the
places within
Like a city overpopulated, polluted
Until a gentle tug
To return, a smile, a touch
A glimpse into possibilities
Of hope, of love, of selves
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