There are those
Who you no longer see
But feel
Not ghosts nor enemies
Pieces
Unresolved questions
Made into a smile
A light which is with me
Always
And those who wish
Malign influence
Are denied it
For I have been walking
Living
To witness only
My own events and learn
As much as celebrate
I feel the well wishes
The disdain
But bear them lightly
As their wisdom left marks
As guides to better states
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His sorties
Conducted under
Cover of darkness
Collating possessions
Small errands
Visits to allies
In territory
Alien and dismal
To him
The small, worn allure
Has faded
He knows better places
Exist, mostly within himself
And there were distant voices
Who called him to his own
Potential
Away and towards himself
Sees people abraded by the
Slow grind of life here
He is an ambassador
Holding a tear shaped bottle of
Light within himself
The spiders of his earlier weaknesses
Held at bay
So he enters
Gathers and then returns
Back to cool forest
The same burst of warmth
When he sees her again
The only thing he threw
To the lava
Was his bullshit
And he knows
He’s been quite the orc
In his time
But there’s no shame
In working towards
A throne
A crown
A kingdom
Where the sun doesn’t burn
I won’t miss the quiet
Squalor
But my friends are with me
Discarded the things
Which didn’t give me joy
Always travelled light
But it is a great leap forward
But I’m not so much landing
As ascending
She makes me want to be better
In a way that
Resists the weak parts
And I’ve grown stronger
If a bit slower
But look
I’m heading up
Somewhere else
But still
Home
Is a person
After all
Despite the last few months of conversation,
sifting through the wreckage,
things came up between them
which made him sick to hear.
He had confessed and admitted to everything,
which made it easier to bear.
Allowed her to speak in cold terms of how he had hurt her
Although she was incensed by his betrayal,
the years between them
lent things a degree of equanimity
What hurt her the most
Was the other woman wasn’t even that attractive
Which stung him a little
As the truth always did
Swelling membraneous regrets
From the anaphylaxis of betrayal
But she had desired him
And, together he tells her
How he loved her more than the other woman
Embarrassed but stronger for confessing
How miserable it had made him
So fleeting a pleasure
Such sustained miseries to pay for
He does not expect sympathy
His weaknesses left their mark on him
But he’s a better man
(Or he’s trying to be)
What stuck in his throat
Was she had gone to his house
Told his former wife all this
And never
Even gave
Her real name
(It meant ‘free one’)
But he knew how much,
In the end, it had cost him,
Almost,
But not quite
Everything
Were he a preaching man,
He would caution against such vagaries
But he lacks the faith
To convince anyone beyond his own halting steps
Towards truth and if no one else thanks him,
He’s grateful to never think, speak or act
In such ways as to draw such things
To him again.
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Quiet inside
come to you
Breathe you in
Nose against the nape
Of your neck
Hands wandering around
Gruff chuckles
Giggles joining
Nothing I would call force
But a playful wrestle
Mark you in some small way
Make sure you know
Who you belong to
