for a moment my mind makes sense
you are truly too awesome to exist like this
to wilt away like undried flowers, petals falling
to hide your talent away in a box in some closet behind closed doors
to which there’s no key
because you’re afraid?
because you made some mistakes;
because you made a list too long to finish?
it’s a brief moment of perspective
enlightenment in the way that it provides a blink
a flash a spark a sight at the end of the tunnel
for my broken eyes.
i’m afraid
these words will disappear like ice cubes on skin
holding so tightly closed fists transforming
solid into liquid & silently escaping
between clenched finger tips..
so i repeat them
over in my head like broken records
until they blur together & cease making sense
& i feel familiar.
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