
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—in some of the literature I read a lot as a teen, the theme of praying to a god or a mother was quite strong. I borrowed that idea; it wasn’t mine. The words are though.
It Hurts
Oh God, oh Mother, I pray to thee
Please
Help me
Poetry on the Margins #14 Aftermath
Why does it seem, in times like these,
that to love
is to die?
I still think
that the ability to love another is a gift,
and the ability to love once more
is even more of a gift.
And to love for a decade, or two —
is even a bigger gift.
Love transforms us.
It truly does.
For love doesn't just come in “one size fits all” —
and sometimes, it does
hurt a little.

There's more of my work:
All of the six-sentence stories.
The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.
There is also a page for all of the poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.
the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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