I am cut to the quick –
Betrayal slices open my heart and walks away
There will be no solace from the west – only predators.
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My anger is covered over with Labradorite layers of hurt
The slow flame shining through the rock
But there is no burning off the sorrow.
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Strength is drowning in my deep well.
My deep well – no longer safe – cannot/will not bring me home.
I am rudderless on the black ocean of stars – it is quiet except for my pain.
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A swirling, spinning spiral swallows each one in its chaotic grip
At a word.
It is voracious. Its name is Rumor. There are many children.
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How do I move through the lies thick as honey – to see a sunrise?
When everything falls away, who will be gone?
Will I know myself?
Will I be whole?
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What will I be?
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