What will break us is the unspoken
half-truths and the silence that fills them
the indecisiveness of maybes
finding that hope has its limits
fear that we could possibly reach them
eyes wide shut we learn
taking shelter in the unanswered
is no shelter at all
So maybe
just maybe we go there
into the fragility of the unsaid
a kintsugi of beings
finally seeing there is promise in the breaking.
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