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I am so captured in telling of tales, foreign reflections reframing reveal
fears clouding my sun blocking my view
mind wondering, narrating a hurt or failed feud.
The sound of my steps meter the beat, linked to the pace of breath and repeat
Then fear unto death strikes from the south
eyes widened with terror, scales fallen off.
Captured no more, my heart in a beat
gasps with a cry and swallows a scream
free to regret, confess and relive
knowing the now was
lost once again.
Photography courtesy of Peter Corr
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It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry
tucked unfolded mostly
so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious.
No presence or joy
broken soul alone
though an open door of life nurtured love.
No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly,
muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…
Photo by Steve Garrington
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What of the rage within that swells?
– quiet
then like a boom, you crash against the wall with words
you knock another off their holy high and you fall and drown
ego slammed against the shore
shamed to be sand-covered
soaked in humanity
-quiet.
photo courtesy of Kalani Cummins
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