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Jun 2019
I bathe myself in hope,
Pastel bubbles run down my skin
And enter in through my crevices

This hope reaches through to my darkness
This darkness like a split off part of myself
Head down, body contracted, heart wounded
My hope reaches my darkness
And offers it healing,
And my darkness gradually, cautiously
Blossoms to the buoyant light of hope.
River
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River
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