Tragic Chapters
Dreading chapters cast in yesterday's times of us,
hour after minute, I delayed my inevitable look.
I feared pain from lines inked in married times of us.
The pages lay dusty, fading undisturbed.
My heart shakes its throb as I attempt each word.
I strain my eyes to read chapters about our world.
Imagery leaps with emotions my heart will keep
including all hurt, ache-fraught inside of me.
Time after time, I recall fondling that book.
There were no pages with words explaining why,
so acceptance became my only lifelong ally.
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