POEM: Untitled

POEM: Untitled

Apr 16

Written By Marni Fraser

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Do your eyes wake heavy—

do some mornings find them so?

Mine see a wound I did not make alone—

the wound isn’t me, or even all the world,

but hands that hide the light beneath a fate

not ours.

I say—no way.

That grief must unlock its maw,

let the cold from all hearts,

let us all be warmth instead.

Leave the cage fear lets you live in well.

An arm around a soul can still mean

the years haven’t finished with our own.

Carry someone—

then they’re not their own stone.

This white love is not a ghost of hopeless kin:

it’s a dollar passed, a bite,

a sad moment spared.

If breathing stays, then mercy still has a clock.

If we are living, we cannot be

absolved of it.

Marni Fraser

0202.2026