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It's a dull dark dank
November morning
Flowers dying back
It looks like the onset of winter

Remembering the fallen
from France to the middle East
Red poppies and crosses
are all that we see
I have fought my demons
And hell to win my freedom
To discover me and to fall in
Love with who I found
My love for myself has not
come out of vanity
or a sense of entitlement
It came
because when I hit rock bottom
I was in so much pain
I could barely breathe
he would not allow me
to give up
I found him  
I fell in love with him
And
I’ll never  covering him up
or reducing him
to make others happy
I promise him
to always be his safe place
Without being his cage
For I am forevermore
In love with the man
I’m becoming!
Move out of the darkness
And go towards the light
You can enshrine your world
Make it shine so bright
Always have courage
Continue to reach higher and then some
Put all of your effort and energy
Into getting the job done
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches
on the edge of this wilderness.
Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel
over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves
expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds
adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace
Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand
in this harmony and peacefulness.


Jesse Stillwater — December 2018
Left as a comment yesterday, mused by "Healing Leaves" by Reena Sharma:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2843497/healing-leaves/
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