THIS DAY

The release of loss

Should be a temporary dark over;

like a half smile, part with you, part

at you.

 

It’s when confessions drip from

a repentant tongue, loosening

squeaky thoughts, relieved to be free.

 

The inside of healing words fight

to the surface, struggling for new air;

a chance for old shadows to flee.

 

There is a nothingness when we fail

to breathe in the engine of a new day.

 

A tempered security warms the hands

with expected results.  Stepping away

from the fire provides a different heat.

 

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