Day tips into darkness.
And I am working.
And I am happy.
Like an obsession I pour sweet elixir.
My life as liquid runs.
The well is deep.
The ink is black.
Because compassion doesn’t do shades of gray.
I drip on this screen.
Release in the words.
Little left to bleed after staring into eyes
more hopeless than I’ve ever seen.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t live my life overlooking the lines,
disconnected yet connected so deeply,
I get consumed.
Looking, seeing, existing, being
in moments when the light is switched off.
And I cannot see.
But someone else can.
Because I gave it to them.
Because that is WHO I AM.
I would choose that choice over and over again.
No matter the dark.
No matter the black.
My life runs.
Through vibrant fields of lavender.
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