weight of the world, balanced on weekend’s shoulders

Golda Fukesman
Nov 5 · 1 min read
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

spent a coffee drenched weekend
tucked inside belly of the beast,
strange days with no pretend
of how this world is pieced,
and sometimes words refuse to originate
from a day casting clouds over grey ocean.

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Golda Fukesman

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Content writer, explorer, aspiring doula. Seeking the wild and the true🍃🌾

Resistance Poetry

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