Dear Mercy

Dear Mercy
by David LaBounty

dear mercy,

I have been
rejected by
the bottom
of hollow
youthful
prayers

I have
been rejected
by naked
familiar
shoulders
and welcomed
by the blurred
hands of
strangers

and now
I’m halfway there
and the stairs are just
as steep as they were before

so,

dear mercy please,

let me touch the ground

let me
feel what
it’s like
to wear
my eternal
clothes

let me answer the sun

let me
feel what
it’s like
to speak
with an
unconditional
light

let me take a walk

let me
wear the
empty miles
until all
but you
and my
bones
are
satisfied

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