• Anna Brozek


Updated: Aug 23

Swallow your pride, apologise.

Take a breath before you mutter each word

use them sparingly and accurately

as if you had an unknown, finite supply.

I tell you because, like the breath,

one day we will cease to mould them

to formulate them, express them.

One day we’ll run out and all that will be left

are the sears from the acid rain pouring from their eyes

and the spirit that begs us to be brave,

and the magic that shows us how to heal,

and the heart that teaches us how to forgive.

To be the human spirit in its’ purest form

battered but so ready for battle,

thickened, but not hardened

transparent, yet firm.

Love does prevail, always.

to juicy things for your eyes and ears.
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