sometimes it is better
halfway
a door half-open is
perfect for our endless
possibilities
a half-hearted love can
only hurt that half
loving that full can be
so threatening
mama had always been too
wise not to put all those
chicken eggs in one basket
which papa did and for which
he utterly failed. The world
had always been safer
with its islands and scattered
seas. You cannot have it all
and so you cannot also lose all.
A hand hall closed. A little doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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