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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
What of the rage within that swells?
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
photo courtesy of Kalani Cummins