sometimes
the words come
from way down deep
a place the shadows rule
where the sky is absent
always quiet in this place
words refusing to come
to break the silence
roaring in my head
doubt enters like a thief
taking all that matters
dark magic, sleight of hand
ego withdraws, replaced
quiet footfalls haunt me
unseen and unforgiving
daring me to breathe
I feel the crushing
you come to me
as a gift, strong…true
hand and heart offered
selflessly, without doubt
lifting me from this place
knowing me as no other
lips parted in a kiss
taste of kindness
the pain dissipates…
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