to writing
the pen touches the paper
and I can’t stop.
I forget all responsibility
I forget to breathe,
getting it down.
love letters to my soul
quietly scribbled
in the night
and I’m not afraid of God now
because I know there is truth in my heart
and that the sun rises and falls to show us our shadows
and the tide is to sweep away our sorrows
pulling them from us violently
or softly
I live
in the hidden place
on the moon.
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