Gently claiming you,
your woes unburdened as silent sighs into my skin
hushed is winter
and as much as I’d like to admit I am enamored by truth
which you have pressed by lips
your eyes mirroring all that I am as night drifts into the arms of dawn.
It was a reminder that I needed from time to time,
this conviction that plunges me into the impossible
that I am sun, I am camellia, I am woman
I bleed ardor
all the while dodging pessimism that threatens to thwart my goals
I believe in hope
though darkness is as though curtains closing
as open as the clear blue sky resting in sweet lullaby of your own.
Here I am
glancing causally upon deer tongue until it blooms
I stretch my toes and lift my face upwards
the glare of the world is not condescending enough
Spring rushes toward like a tide and I offer my soul
the question no longer remains how can I
it beckons me come and shine from within.
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