Copihue Poetry

May he break free from the grip of comfort
and the seduction of familiarity
in hopes he’ll regain his sight and see
the unknown can bring serenity.
 
Don’t let the security of old faces
leave him bare and cold
his soul ajar and wide
bringing winds from faraway places.
 
Unchain him from the poison of validation,
so his spirit understands the uncertainty of human nature.
And when love’s denied, he can survive the rapture
of the second, third, or fourth coming of grief.