Of Broken Things

1511250_10152178683506532_1024194447_nI understand the chasing sheep over a fence gig.
Do it long enough and you will encounter an exhaustion,
The likes of which are usually known
To those who build fences and corral children.

Tired is one thing.
Exhaustion is a doneness.
It finds you, you don’t find it.
You look like toast, you feel like a worn kitchen rag.

To be those pantyhose, worn one too many times.
To be that black little sheep, who can’t make the fence.
When your life depends on that final leap.
It can be the most inconsiderate act of all…

To come again to the fence,
Mend your hose
And make another run at that fence.

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Hafu (Half Japanese), Late Discovery Adoptee, Sister, Mom, Daughter, Wife, I cook, look back, look forward, lean left, drive a lot, write a lot, wish a lot, I will be square with you if you are square with me. Find me on Instagram @shojikat and Twitter @biteme9090
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