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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