A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
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A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
Sometimes
No, often
The words come of their own accord
Unsummoned
But still so welcome
I give them a home
A nest to rest in
…
…how much light
Can really be found here
Buried behind heavy doors
Winter’s last cool night
Bright eyes crinkling and shining
Friend’s laughter joyful
Apx. 11:30 p.m.
Whispering engine
Doubts creeping, should not be here
Among melting snow
Apx. 7:15 – 7:30 p.m.
I’ve called on others to analyze me
To evaluate and judge me
To name me as they see fit
Hoping to understand
What they understand
Starlight on puddles
I don’t want to fade away
Among these faint lights
Chasing hopeful light
Persevering night and day
I am still running
(Written on reflection of Wanting to be Wrong from last November.)
A quarter century of shadows
Coating the brain
Decades of void
Staining the heart
bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
…