ink

don’t want to even
go out don’t want to even experience
any mighty negative bullets of energy
from the auras of strangers out in that
disruptive experiment of a
walk in the concrete forest we call life
I can only try so much more
put forth in the effort to prepare for it
and an open door has been seen
and if you can see
the sky and you return to
a feeling you once felt so strongly
while you knew you were going to be
the one who was
coming back home from so very far away
even when you didn’t know the
joy and passion that helped you so much when you knew you
needed it most and the
days were short but the nights were long
as if we had met at a different latitude than could have happened
and I knew that the blood in my heart
pounded for you,
it is true…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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