Light-a poem

My brokenness in parts

Is spread across this mattress,

It is hidden in the corners

Of this empty house and

I am breathing very slowly:

One is in and two is out;

I’m exhaling all the poison

And I’m inhaling the light.

As I sit, curled up in bed,

Time begins its slow progress.

I can hear it in my head,

I can see it in the darkness.

A shining outside the window,

From a rupture in the sky,

Makes the dust sparkle like silver

And it colours me in light.

Past beyond the midnight hour,

I’m now past the aching,

And I open like a flower,

I’m reborn in a new morning.

At the dawn of my tomorrows,

I’ll still bloom even despite

Of the bitterness of sorrow

And I’ll grow into the light.

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