ah the looming:
nature
of sadness.
a black dog
stalking
your every step
oh the shame
the-
shackles of a single ---thought.
that is :sleeping in your bed--
that is :holding your hand--
stroking your hair--
--kissing your mouth--
--clinging to your back--
sunrise
sundown
sunset.
i kick the very thing
that bites my legs-
and my heart
i scream i scratch i cry
torment is no longer.
day or night.
i choose to forget
i choose to kill
the very thought
that shames me
i choose to be:
a new creature-
by choosing light.
i am not who he says i am
i am not who i was
10 years ago-or last year-or last night
i am
a new
creation
this is not deserved
this was not an afterthought
i regain
all that was lost
by blood
by blood
i am nothing
i am new
i am new
cast away
are the all those things
that torment you
into the depths of the sea.
we are new.
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