Permission

We are not allowed

to feel the sun

warm our face

for more than

a fleeting moment.


We are not allowed

to bask in newfound

love without being

bombarded with questions

and expectations.


We are not allowed

to grieve the dead

but are told instead

to move forward;

it’s what they’d want.


We are not allowed

to remain in contemplation;

the world no longer tolerates

it. Instead, we are dragged forward

in fear of being left behind.

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