Poetry

ever again

in the absence of my being
the blinds were pulled
every lie and wound; unhinged
every fear; unmasked
you saw me,
uncensored

and in the unfolding of that morning
i wondered if i would write in darkness
ever again

life is beautiful in sunlight
today, it warmed up
today, the flowers flew
through summer heat
today, i felt free.

don’t leave me

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