note from self

to ken what she is
beyond name and form
this is sweet ruin

no choice in the matter
she came in this way and
was set on a little-known path

to be out of step with
most other people
feels peculiar and strange

it can be lonely but she
meets it with joy and
takes solace in knowing

oh, sweet ruin
name of an anthem—
see home come home be home

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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