the road is long horizon o’er horizon the past is here constantly dying the flowers grow in soil dry and rancid the future’s gone murky, cannot grasp it these walls, these caves contain the moments that have made us flow in, flow out like air these moments can suffocate us if we let them if we let them
This poem is part of a collection called Shards of Kardpaz, which are texts I’ve written for the world of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns I run with students at my school.
M. Espinosa 
This is one for the keeping. To be held aloft.
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I love the repetition of “if we let them” in the end. It feels so torn from the weight of struggle captured in the beginning of the poem, but the second line of it serves as an affirmation.
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