Hold me close
.
My body is a border between us.
Hold me close—
so I may break free from you and become one with you.
Hold me close—
so I may merge with my sorrow and disappear within it.
.
.
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.
.
between breaths
.
Perhaps one day I will be born once more —
not as I was,
but as something that remembers light through the soil.
Like a bird unfolding its wings for the first time,
or a fish finding breath in open waters.
Yet what becomes of the days that shaped me?
Of the breaths that have already left,
and the ones still waiting to arrive?
.
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Breaking waves
.
.
Night fell.
The restless surge of memories rose;
drowned in waves,
a breath was held—
and trembling eyes
sank into tears
.
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