The light – soft
Breaks over a heart.
Like the first touch
Of sun on snow.
Melting
Layer after layer
Of built imagination.
Uncovering solid ground
A center
Mine.
Words come easily
Not broken
Undaunted.
I am softly
So softly
Stepping into feeling.
Tip-toeing past memories
Still too painful to hear…
To see.
I wake to myself
Embracing the romance
Of knowing everything
Everything about me.
I wonder if
Maybe
I will fill with it.
Leaving no room
For interruption
Or the word no…
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