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Strength


by Jill Chan


Where does my strength

come from?

From the way so many lives

live on, just like that.

From the way buildings

stand.

From the way the sky

stays the colour of so much

so little.

From the way your hand

touches the bread of full mornings,

far distances.

From the way danger

lurks in the corner

never forgiven.

From the way water

brings the boats into sea,

into hunger.

From the way people

take and take again,

ever alive in the bringing.

From the way ways

love and die

from the hurt,

from the dream

of an ache.

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