The hurt that I thought had left me
that I'd weft in the fabric of progress.
Is bleeding through un-tangled reeds
and binding old blood with new life.
That dissolves the crumpled sheets of guilt.
I've folded in the creases of my heart.
I'm happy as I tarry
in the last of my pain.
I feel full to the brim.
The night soaks through the film
of my understanding
allowing me too to shine.
It's a new life that scrapes
under every measure.
I ever set, and is stronger for it.
I spoke to the trees and thanked the stars tonight.
Why I thanked them. I don't know.
Why thank them?
Because they remind me I'm
as alive as anything that ever
Dedicated to Erika
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