Poem: Healed

 

Healed

 

skin of ice

thick with scars,

i wore it for so long

it ached,

upping the numb.

 

touch couldn’t be

more empty so i

sought candles

of fingertips,

 only these to possess me,

and i quaked 

in their stirring,

how the bliss crept through,

trembling drops of water

to brave my eyelids.

 

such dancers! i thought.

how and why did they

uncover this tomb of lost flight,

and raise the fallen?

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8/26 ... tried to fix 

11/9/25 ... tried to fix

8/5/25 .. italicized a bit

2/11/25 ... changed a word

The world hangs on the pivot of November 5th.