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This morning I woke up lonely
and wondered at this hole within my whole,
wondered how this piece of emptiness
could weigh so much.

As I lay there with it,
in this bed that knows us both,
I puzzled at the nature of love
and at the journey of longing.

Most days I insist on strength.
I chin up and pull all my bright about me;
weave a dense armor of sang-froid
that balks at tears or the mention of spaces.

But is that unscalable wall its own weakness?
Does my coward hide from the aching small moments
when that white haired, blue eyed child
threatens me with arms wide and a quivering lip?

Am I frail then to feel this absence
and does it mean I love myself less?
Is the warrior who walks naked on the field
the bravest or most foolish?

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otterdancing
Apr. 24th, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC)
Wow
Really feeling this lately. Thanks.
silly_imp
Apr. 28th, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
This resonates with exactly how I'm feeling this week. Thank you!
aethyric
Apr. 29th, 2011 09:13 pm (UTC)
I... wow. *empathy*
Thank you.
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