Answered

And in learning
To consider myself
Not alone,
Maybe I can find
The strength
In my hands
To open this jar —

To share sweets
Savored and saved
Against the turning wheel.

So far from home,
We are wound and coiled
In the waiting.

At some point
The mirror will drop.

And we will
Trip across the divide,
To greet
Broken reflections.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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