Should I never,
turn and,
attack.
I’d walk even further,
with your breath,
at my back.
I would run,
from you,
forever.
See everyone,
reach everything,
faster.
Though I would,
see things,
more clearly.
Should I stop,
leaving so,
quickly.
Would I meditate,
stop wishing,
stop yearning?
Shed burdens,
start listening,
start learning?
How can I know
where I’m going
looking back?
Shouldn’t I
turn and
attack?
-Melissa Nielsen
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this poem enlivens the imagination … beautifully written
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