Four years
and my veil is lifted
gently
It seems like I haven't
been able to really
breathe
till now
and now that I can,
the colors are coming back
the pain pricks sharper,
shorter
and oh!
but I shake my head
at the foolish things
I have done
I notice the crowd
surrounding me
and see
how few of them
can even pretend
to understand
and I can hear
hear her
hear her reaching from my heart
down my throat into my soul
some mystical version
of vine like self
I hear her
whispering my need
to be
kind, brave
and the wind taps my shoulder
so I turn my head
oh, yes. Yes, that honors them too
I must also be kind and brave
for Me
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