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May 2019
Another cup of coffee.
Please.
I need to wake up.
The night’s dreaming has left me
disjointed.

surprised

to be alive.

It’s not the first time.
Not at all.
I’ve lived in the nightmarish dark
far too long,
far too often.
I am experienced in blindness,
swinging my sword at ghosts,
shieldless save for God.
Each day new wounds bleed.
Each day new wounds heal.

And so here I am.
A decade and more later,
a collector of scars,
a strange sort of warrior,
living in the half light.
I am in a good place in my life. That amazes me more than you can know.

Tom
Tom Atkins
Written by
Tom Atkins
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       savarez, Prerna Singh, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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