It is a stretch

For me to

Reach out across

This shifting distance

This shaky ground

Hand extended

Toward you

It is a reach

Across a deep chasm

For me to say

Out loud

Even in a whisper

I need

I want

I do not like

To need

To want

To admit to any


Any Achilles heel

My rigid armor

This titanium shell


And isolates


And separates

To remain

In this self-imposed exile

Leaves me

At the bottom of

A well of loneliness

That no rope of any length

Can reach

My breathing

Is loud

It echoes

The darkness is

A presence with

Texture here

But to emerge

Holding my bleeding heart

My naked soul exposed

Its edges fluttering

In this icy wind

Is a risk

That shakes me to the core

This is the rock

And the hard place



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  1. What a wonderful piece! I felt every word with poignancy. “The darkness is/A presence with/Texture here” and “This is the rock/And the hard place” – these lines were powerful. Thank you for having the strength to show your vulnerability in your words. I appreciate your forthright style.


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