Breathe In

Watching a blue balloon

on an overcast day

get popped by a hammer held

in my left hand.

Picking up the pieces of its mangled body

strewn about my porch.

The sun begins to peak through.

I turn to the sky, close my eyes.

Breathe in.

Get up.

Put sandals on my dirty bare feet.

Leave the porch and walk down to the garden.

The hammer is still in my hand.

The color red in my mind.

Painting every thought of Him.

 

 

 

 

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