Let Things Fall and Break|| Art of Movement series

I rub my frozen hands.
The joints slowly stiffen
They solidify in one position
Never to move again

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I wrap them around a cup
Of my favourite tea
A moment of relief
I force them to pick up the pen
And chalk up the words.

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Mangled letters,
thoughts crossed out,
spilled ink.

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I force them to work
Clumsy
They let Things Fall and Break.

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Today I let them.

How many chances do we have, how many attempts?
Who keeps an eye on the outcome?
Sometimes we only pretend to try
so as not to appear hypocritical

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We give good advice that we never take ourselves.
It is much easier to look good than to do the right thing.

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Do we really want to do the right thing?
Or do we want others to fail as we do?
It's easier to endure a lack of success when we see only failures around us.
A cool compress of other people's pity on burning shame works, but only for a short while.

I wish you that this week will treat you with kindness
Yours,
Strega Azure

I used cryons: off white Derwent, white Faber Castell

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