Noach III
October 24, 2020 § Leave a comment
There are two dark shadows under your eyes;
Carrying the weight of the Jewish people;
Carrying my baggage and yours.
We may have argued about whose hands
Were better qualified to hold the reins
Of my little life.
I see now
Intuition as always
Stood between me and destruction.
What a struggle
To not become a tragic person
In the midst of tragedy-
Tragedies.
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