never
ending
never
understood
never
peace
fighting
to be
free . . .
unrivaled.
stuck
spikes
swirls
set points
repeat.
out of the loop
dismissed
diminished
detached
the aches
the pains
but still
the dreams
the hopes
the moon
cold and full
looms over
my decision
to silently
withdraw
until epiphanies
are no longer
muffled like
solid rock
to be
effervescent
again
to be
clever
again
to be admired
again
to be
april
again
blocks
trampling
their way
through
openings
green
fresh
inviting
creative
strength
training
inside
underneath
hidden
difficult
unraveled.
but . . .
“you will be okay.
you will be okay.
you will be okay.”
[i was going to attempt to explain how these words came to be written. and why. but instead, i think i’ll just let the piece speak for itself. because its creative arc happened quite magically, and the hows and the whys are not always necessary.]
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