every day stones rain ~
I retreat bruised and bleeding ~
wound up tight ~
barbed wire ball ~
tighter and tighter ~
until the dark sea of fatigue succumbs my fear ~
sorrow and joy unravel the tangled wire ~
my love overflows it’s earthly container ~
spilling onto the newly born earth ~
dissipating into the sunlit sky ~
touching the moon ~
shining back at me in the eyes of everyone I meet ~
undone, wounded with scars ~
I feel ~
never to retreat again



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