Sometimes when I write
I feel myself caving in
I hammer the words until
I have built a patched-up place of safety
before all my yearnings
sweep out into fresh air
and I can not catch them
fast enough to stuff them back in
Sometimes, they sneak out at night
like an errant girl
to join the circus
or a dance where there’s too much booze
and she might not make it back by morning
Sometimes, she simply sits at the opening
of a long dark tunnel
to stare at all she is afraid to join
Sometimes there is fear of having to return
to a vulnerable place
of loose stones
In a list
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Beautiful! I find myself afraid often, and this poem really touched me.
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This is incredible in its entirety, but those last few lines...phewww.You sing so softly & surely, my Sister.
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tu gf, for your care ....I have added your link to publications by friends to my shewolfnative2.com site. I knew it woudl be okay...one more way to honor them.
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