These days, I have been dancing myself to sleep.
There are many ways to quiet the noises.
Yesterday was an awakening for me, I stared at the sky
and pondered why the colour blue
could mean beautiful to some
and sorrow to others.
I’ve always understood it that way.

I have been searching for stories that don’t end in silence,
but words rarely ever comfort
a grieving man.

There are days I look in the mirror and see only a shadow where my body should be. It does not frighten me anymore, shadows bear no weight.

I keep learning new things about this skin I wear, how it folds, how it flinches.
How much fire it can take before it remembers to burn.
Somewhere between resolve and acceptance, I have made a home.

 

 

 

 

 

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