cold, rainy, sharp, grey
remembering my deep roots
and power returns

all I can hope for
is for someone to see truth
stripped...silent...open

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sometimes events are out of our control
they move forward with a life of their own
while we are the unaware participants, catalysts

breath
learn
love
live

heal me with your skin
warm smooth life under my tongue
pain leaves with a breath

tired past all words
I surrender to the sound
deep in indigo