I am a poet again
I looked into my eyes and saw hope.
There were months of hibernation,
Desperation, yes, but I can weather these storms
with you
Crystal eyes honey on oatmeal,
Waking, stretching,
In rapidly changing contexts it's easy to lose
Narrativity or part of yourself
I took a deep breath, and my first instinct
Was red letters then I let go CO2 and
Poems came out.
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