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21 Jun 2023
You walk around
With these ghosts beside you
And the fire you touched with your bare hands
Burns up through your ribcage, your heart,
Until smoke drifts out into the open air
With the song that flutters out of your throat, your mouth,
To mingle with the smoke, the stars, the moon, the black night,
Fading into half-remembered forms,
The soft hint of a smile scattered in the nightingale breeze
When the birds start singing through the half-formed mists
Of soul, memory, smoke, song;
The gentle crackling of the world’s fire in your gut
And your hands: singed, blackened, burnt;
You walk around
Haunted.
May 20, 2022
21 Jun 2018
Take a breath.

Let it out.

Give up those things in life
You can only live
Without.

The strings pulling you
Up
And
Down
Are weighed
With bricks

And the chains
Keeping you
Still
Are too tight.

So,

Take a breath
Let it out
And learn to let go
Because trust me,
I know,
To live feels like the greatest burden of all
But all of our worries
Are actually quite small

Trust me,
Just for a second,
And take a breath.

Living is better than death.

You aren’t alone
We are all along side you
And we are breathing too.

Take a breath.

Let it out.

— The End —