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“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”
― David Whyte


She was the sad line, in a romantic play,
foolish enough
to press replay.
She learned the narration off by heart
shattered composition,
no work of art…

She cried in umbra,
her description frail
stashed her belongings
in deathly vales,
and shadows hid her inadequacy,
then the movement of form
set her free…

Free from limitations
from hiding away
released from torment
from feeling afraid…
she was wholly adrift,
a wallflower
on a quest
to be

Their eyes discovered the transparency of gaze,
of crowded elements,
apparent clichés!

He didn’t complete her;
he imparted strength,
in tender formations
of holy breath…

Accolades have never made her feel known,
only great love
deep in the bones!!




I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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