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This pain, it’s sick and splendid imagination!
You give God and his creation
a run for their glory.
How can I not live in awe
over reigning aches that outmatch us all?
My speech is less.
Your sweet ruby and sapphire bullets
configured for my heart and
curiosity between my thighs..
I know I’m primed for these incisions
I know there’s blessings in their precision
I also know they will end one day when my guards bid farewell
and disintegrate into a bed of roses, wisdom and peace of mind.
Marching in grateful unison.
So, I stand tall, open-wide lids that flutter;
No need to bow my head in shame
over what’s designed to discover
I’d rather die than say I’m in love.
But no other words exist..
..to describe this.
Poet. Speaker. Mental Health Advocate☝️
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