I. Wilson #poetry

I took his name
wore it a while
till it no longer suited me:
which time I tried on a new grace and style
arrayed with poise,
and quiet dignityΒ 
knowing that those who see my light
would not seek to diminish me

I will my song be heard by those attuned
to hear the music in this well-healed wound

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