⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Choose well hopes harvested to freeze
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀for future promise. Dream makes fact
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀its surrogate for placing its own into.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Like poetry survives terminal disease,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no child’s born mistaken. Time one lacked
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀isn’t lost. In another it makes itself new.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀What I create, this can’t be how hers were
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀going to be. She didn’t expect me to act
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as her replacement. I’m no lover in lieu
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of her. Only called to bear this part of her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That I can do.



by cyn with maggie,
based on what sara started


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