if it’s time

They say pain tells you
you’re still alive,
so she limps toward tomorrow
carrying it within.

One summer night it
stabs and tears her apart
and she wonders
if it’s time
that she let go.

Of the source of hurt,
or of the hope to get used
to it one day,
she does not yet know.


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