I will be going
Somewhere dark and cool,
Deep in the mountains
High enough
To deter the casual
There, on a bed of stone
I will lay down
Curl up and
Allow myself the depth of
Feeling within me
To seep from my fur
Like pus from an open wound
The light makes it look black
As it pools slow
I remain
Apart, and do not question
How I offer so much
With so little reward
Beyond immediacy
How I have been broken
Renewed but the pieces
Never quite fit the same
I look back at the gilded
Innocence of other days
Envy and resent my naivete
And so I lay here
Counting each breath
Each beat of my heart
Slower
Softer
Than the last
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This is so moving and poignant. It makes my heart ache a little bit.
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Thank you. I write from my heart with the poetry so it’s welcome if anyone shows their appreciation for the work.
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It really shows. Meaningful and evocative.
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Thank you.
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No. Thank you.
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