this untethered edge
is thin
like a name
sharpened between things past
and others yet to be
here nothing has happened
nor will
while she balances her essential
delusions
to hoard the raw moments.
to enable someday
and meet an authentic self
unable to speak ill of her
in dreams
Author notes
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Comments
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I enjoyed reading this, got to know more about you . And she awaits for the day when she can break free of her mold. No, not the fungus kind I hope life is treating you well. Very well penned.
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Beautiful as usual.
Love this:
"like a name
sharpened between things past
and others yet to be"
Best wishes,
Khia
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beautiful work as always, by you.
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