Low sun autumn sky
Those I pass by in the world
Each flawed each perfect
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Category: Poetry
In friend’s safe presence
The mask begins to dissolve
Sun feels warm again
September 22, 2024
Surely, one day this well will run dry.
We take on different shapes for different rooms.
My face has never felt complete
Blurry, shifting, I could never get it to settle
Into any one coherent personality
It prowls and paces on the periphery
Of the barrier I erected.
Growls are rumbling from its throat
as it flicks its barbed tail in irritation.
I face the monster in my cedar forest again, but something is different today…
…
This is my history
This is my life’s path winding between these trees
This is the home I was born in
This is the home I will die in
…
. Hurts .
. Knowing .
. They will disappear .
. Dissolve like the rest .
. Always .
. Eventually .
. Dissolve .
Treasures both
Precious and rare