A door closes.
I sit unstirring for a thousand days.
Huddling into a soft silent space,
I tend my wounds in the shadows,
take refuge from the storm
I call my life …
When the first gentleness rolls in
it is as a timeless breath,
warm like waves
wafting the sand from my burnt skin.
And then the tears begin to tumble,
flooding parched fields — awakening
the slumbering aliveness within me
with life-giving drink.
I pop my head above ground —
a black-eyed susan longing
for a splash of sunshine on my face
after a winter of colorless grace.
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