over a year
since my last entry?
And now, I write;
I am no longer afraid to pour out my feelings
on the page--
Though they are scarier, more pungent, less gilded.
I am more comfortable in my discontent;
I know the searing ache in my chest
well enough to sleep at night.
It won't go away before the morning,
and the impulse won't leave before I wake.
At least in
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