Poetry Post: Mixed Blessing

Mixed Blessing

Had I stopped the clocks when I stumbled,
you might have broken my fall; there’s no
lament like the mumbled truth of a held tongue,
no call like the one halted by a punctured
lung, and the swiftest among us (of which,
sad to say, I’m not one) know it all;
speak up at the start, break your freefall
into heartache, and grant yourself a reprieve;
sometimes for something right to start
something beautiful has to leave.


For more poetry, see Know Your Words (also by Amy Kreines and Al Kennedy) or For the Love of a City.

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