with my eyes closed
I learned to see
more clearly
with my eyes closed
I learned to see
more clearly
hinge popped
hatch door opened
I enjoyed watching you sneak in
every element
of self
i took eyes on
and thirsted
for my knowing
deeply
Lies
caved in
can’t breathe
broken shovel
handle made of wish
I’d listened.
I woke clear in my head
and ground beneath me.
Healing,
a quiet recognition,
what carved me different.
My wings expanded.
I learned how to land.
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