Ashen skies hide sunrise’s thorns, shallow waters fill my lungs
Muted lights through rice paper screen doors, gazing at the truth
Peeled wallpaper hangs off tired walls, waiting to be held then tugged to the floor
Silent crumpled photos, tangled stories untold, knotted at both ends
Tides of anguish kept at bay, sanctuary’s uneven road, paved with discarded voices
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Dawn’s arrival, deep breaths, inhaled tattoos beneath the skin
Not tomorrow nor the next, a knock at my door, a reminder someday will come
A collection of darkness, forever follows, filling each footprint, stride for stride
Running, stopping, turning, hiding – impossible to evade
I stop, I turn, I wait – a reunion, an embrace, a farewell until we meet again
Mat Aru Poetry 