Opening Up
Letting Go
Saying Goodbye
Sit there waiting
For the blow
The suckerpunch
When all is made clear
Trust is baring wrists
For the bloody knife
Yet trust is
The EXIT sign
The fire escape
The rickety bridge
To hope and life.
Some things will be hard.
And they always were and are
Rubbing palms on rough wood
The price is splinters
For warmed hands.
Feel the spaces inbetween
The thoughts defining life and dream
How much of last night's imaginings
Are todays relentless fears?
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