36

36

Breaks of silence hold the room Muffling the cranking inside their heads Until courage rises and breath Solidifies history, hopes, and Being Old oak shelters from the Glory of brilliant lights above But holds tight the warmth they share From questions answered, and bodies laid bare.

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A poem I wrote back in 2018. I don’t remember why it’s titled 36. It was in a collection of birthday poems and the person I wrote it for was not turning 36.