Sanctuary’s Uneven Road

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

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Clinging to Crooked Trails

Paper cuts and bent nails

Barefoot between caution’s simmering tale

Clinging to crooked trails, down roads unknown

Waves crash on the shore, giving me pause for my next steps